“You just called me ‘dude.’ You know goddamn well you call me either ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy,’ do you understand?”
He was quivering, but he muttered “Yes.”
“What was that?”
He gulped and murmured “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better,” I said. Indian porn sex She was wearing a tight black T-shirt and tight half-length black jeans, which stood out perfectly against her milky-white skin. I had gotten into it with four guys. “Now you moan like a good bitch, while Daddy beats your pussy up.”
And with that, I finally began. I grabbed the other leg and held it up. “You know what time it is.”
“Who is this, babe?” Danielle asked Sam. “Oww Four, sir!”
CRACK! I spread apart his cheeks to get a good look at his pussy hole and then jammed my finger in. I told him to talk dirty to me again, and he obeyed, even though I knew he was mostly in pain. As he turned around, I reached out and picked my belt up off the ground. Let me remind you: you’re in prison, and you’re fresh fish. Swallow Daddy’s cock. I spit on my dick to get it wet and slid it back into Sam’s loosened asshole.
