Call Me Daddy
I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy, warm and thick.
He lowered his head, kissing my neck, his tongue tracing the line of my jaw. “Good girl,” he murmured. “You took everything I gave you.”
I turned my head to look at him, my eyes glazed with pleasure and something deeper. “I love you, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I love being yours.”
He brushed a strand of wet hair from my forehead. “I love you too, Maya.”
He slowly pulled out, a string of cum and my juices trailing from my pussy to the sheets. The vibrators clicked off, leaving a quiet hum in the room. He untied the ropes from my wrists and ankles, his fingers brushing my skin gently as he freed me.