"Yes, Father! f**k me raw—make me your b***h," Hera whispered fiercely, arching her back, presenting her holes. Sweet Jesus, his c**k feels enormous slapping my skin. He's going to bulldog me into oblivion, and I crave every brutal inch.
He gripped her hips bruisingly, cockhead nudging her p***y lips apart. No tease—he slammed in balls-deep in one savage thrust, like a bulldog mounting prey. Hera's eyes rolled back, a muffled cry escaping as her walls stretched taut around his girth. "Fuuuck, so tight," he grunted, pulling back only to ram again, hips crashing into her ass with meaty slaps.
"Ohhh, Father! Your c**k's splitting me—feels so good," she gasped, voice hushed but ecstatic. He's pounding like a beast, owning my p***y completely. Every slam shakes my soul—pure bliss. The table c
