Real amateur daddy redhead pov
"Shit!" Chris gripped my hair tighter. The ring and ball grazed against my palate with his sudden yank downward.
"Look at me. " He tugged on my hair until I glanced over my right shoulder, my body twisting slightly.
I think you just don't care about anyone but yourself. " I paused, swallowing several times.
Crying with my arms wrapped around my legs. Unsure what thought of hundreds spiraling in my head like the water going down the drain had set me off.
My favorite time was when he was sleeping. He was always so peaceful, unlike when I twisted about and talked while dreaming.
I reveled in his early sounds of pleasure.
"That's it, Holly.