He started thrusting shallowly, fucking my face with controlled power. Each push stretched my throat, making me gag and sputter, but the discomfort only made me wetter. My nipples were diamond-hard against my dress, aching to be touched. I was so turned on I thought I might cum just from sucking him. My free hand slipped under my dress, fingers pressing against my soaked thong, rubbing my swollen clit desperately as I deepthroated him again and again.

Mr. Rossi noticed. “Greedy girl. Touching your pretty pussy while you choke on Daddy’s cock? You don’t get to cum yet.” He pulled my hand away firmly, making me whimper around his shaft....