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Rub that pussy for me, finger it while I fuck your pretty mouth.” She whimpered and frowned in humiliation, but obediently lowered her hand to her drenched core. A loud hiss escaped my lips, my hand instantly jerking away from where it touched my abused pussy. I hurried my pace, the cum caking my skin creating a desperate need to wash myself; to wash off the desire that still coated me. “Daddy?” My voice was almost panicked as I reached out into the dark, desperate to feel him. “Uh uh, naughty whores don’t get to touch with their hands. “Say that again, louder.” She sobbed, shaking her head. Her headphones dangled over the side of the tub from her ears, the obvious reason that she didn’t hear me knock while she hummed along to the music.
