The dirty talk pushed me closer to the edge. His fingers were relentless — rubbing, scissoring, hooking that spot over and over until my thighs were shaking so hard I could barely stay upright. "Daddy… I'm gonna come," I whimpered.
"Come then. Come on Daddy's fingers like the breeding b***h you are." He pressed hard on my lower belly with his free hand at the same time, forcing his fingers even deeper. The orgasm exploded through me. My p***y clamped down violently, rippling and squeezing his fingers in deep, pulsing waves. Hot liquid gushed out around his hand, soaking the bench beneath me. I kept coming in long, rolling spasms, each one making my walls milk him greedily while he kept rubbing that exact spot without mercy. My vision blurred and my breath came in short gasps as the pl
