Emilia Clarke sobbed for a moment, collecting herself. “You’re a quick learner, you know what? Porn Oakhill is expecting you. Oakhill is expecting you. Emilia crawled in front of it, gagging as she stared down at the plate. Oakhill is expecting you. You suck as an actress and people only watch Game of Thrones for you to get naked. “Please stop,” begged Emilia, her arms tight against Oakhill’s thighs as Oakhill placed his hand on her head again. Emilia, unable to breathe, fought with Oakhill with her arms, slapping his legs and pushing him away. He placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair gently. Like a little puppy.”
After a little bit of hesitation, Emilia got onto fours, crawling around the living room, lowering her head and sucking up the cum from the floor. He glanced at his daughter. “Now the plate, little puppy.” said Oakhill, pointing at it. Reluctantly, Emilia Clarke crawled back between Oakhill’s thighs. “With your mouth, hon. “I let my butler go home for the night. Emilia reluctantly opened her mouth, letting Oakhill’s push his cock in.
