…OK??” I finally bring my eyes to yours and give a small nod. “Let’s go. Indian porn sex “This will be my office.” You stop in front of another doorway and I look into a room with a desk, a chair, a large desktop monitor, a couch, and on one wall, a MASSIVE television screen with a grid of about 25 feeds from surveillance cameras. “Shh shh baby girl. What do you think baby girl??” The excitement dripping from your words makes me feel nauseous. Once I confirm I’m feeling stable, you hold the robe up for me, but I simply just look at it before looking up at you. I remember thinking to my dream self, ‘no, he wouldn’t possibly… You start long, slow thrusts in and out. “Where is my stuff?” I asked again ignoring your question. “Get the FUCK off me!!” But this was all I managed to accomplish before you quickly regained control, turning me on my side and forcing my throat to bear the full weight of your upper body. “Just be a good girl for daddy…please baby…just be a good girl. …”
You slowly start pulling your hips back, “…daddy needs this…”
And then push back in, “…daddy needs you…”
Again, this does nothing for my tears.
