Dean spanked her ass hard, the crack resounding, as guilt seeped into the pleasure.
"Quiet, princess. Don't enjoy daddy's d**k," he reminded her, though his own pleasure was evident in the way he used her to masturbate his d**k. "Just therapy, angel."
Tracy was lost in the rhythm of pumping her daddy's d**k with her p***y. She shrieked and choked on her breaths as her movements grew rougher, faster.
She slammed down harder, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. Dean didn't let up either. His hands yanked her up and down his c**k like her p***y owned him.
"Oh f**k off, daddy. You love it too. Say it, daddy. Say you love f*****g me," Tracy raged, her eyes bulging in a wild craze as they worked together to f**k her p***y.
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