“Daddy uhhh…” she moaned without thinking.
Damon froze for a second, then spanked her even harder.
She kept rubbing herself on his thigh like a desperate little slut, her soaked p***y leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank.
But Damon didn’t f**k her.
He just held her down, spanking her glowing red ass while she humped his leg frantically until she came hard, shaking and crying out “Daddy!” into the couch cushion.
When she finally went still, he gently rubbed her sore ass.
“Go to bed, Ava,” he said, voice strained. “Before I do something we can’t take back.”
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The next morning, Ava came downstairs glowing. She wore one of Damon’s oversized shirts with nothing underneath. Her n*****s were clearly visible, and every step made her breasts bounce.
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