"So fucking tight." he growls, then rests his forehead against mine with his eyes closed; he adjusts his stance, spreads his legs a bit, then shoves his body against mine to pin me to the wall. "I haven't stopped thinking about this pussy since washing your blood off of me in the shower. I may never get enough of your pussy, Sunshine..." he warns as he adjusts his grip to balance my weight better against his pelvis; he slides from my body, then rams right back home.

"Unf..." I grunt, my lower back slapping against the cold wall. "It's yours, Daddy. All yours."

"Fuck yeah, it is." he growls, then...