The Interruption
Aria’s POV
My knees pressed against the cool tile, my lips stretched wide as I worshipped Richard’s thick c**k. The salty taste of him coated my tongue, my throat burning each time he pushed deeper. My n*****s ached beneath my thin top, so tight they felt like they might pierce through the fabric, and my c**t was throbbing furiously, swollen and demanding more attention than my fingers could give.
Richard’s hand was heavy on the back of my head, guiding me, holding me there. Every time I gagged, he groaned, his eyes never leaving me. His voice was low, taunting, “That’s it, Aria… you love choking on Daddy’s c**k, don’t you?”
Heat flushed through me. My p***y clenched at his words, slick dripping down my thighs. I moaned around him, my throat vibrating with shamel
