His words were raunchy and degrading, but they sent shivers through her. Sophia moaned, half in agony, half in ecstasy, her full breasts bouncing with every plunge.
She clutched at the sheets, knuckles turning white. Humiliated and ashamed, excitement built up inside her against her will.
"Knocked up? Pregnant knocked up? Don Vito—" she began to protest weakly, moaning loudly as he f****d deep into her to shut her up.
Vito's hand snaked up to pinch her n****e, twisting it roughly, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
"Daddy? Is that what you want me to call you?" she choked out, her voice laced with confusion and hazy arousal.
The term felt wrong, not for him, but saying it made her p***y clench tighter.
Vito chuckled darkly, his thrusts slowing just enough to tease her. "Damn right
