The Interruption
Aria’s POV
My knees pressed against the cool tile, my lips stretched wide as I worshipped Richard’s thick c**k. The salty taste of him coated my tongue, my throat burning each time he pushed deeper. My n*****s ached beneath my thin top, so tight they felt like they might pierce through the fabric, and my clit was throbbing furiously, swollen and demanding more attention than my fingers could give.
Richard’s hand was heavy on the back of my head, guiding me, holding me there. Every time I gagged, he groaned, his eyes never leaving me. His voice was low, taunting, “That’s it, Aria… you love choking on Daddy’s c**k, don’t you?”
Heat flushed through me. My p***y clenched at his words, slick dripping down my thighs. I moaned around him, my throat vibrating with shamel
