I know you’re surprised I sucked his d**k instead of crying about having a child.
Come on. I couldn’t refuse his d**k. You think I’m crazy, but I’m being honest. f*****g hell, have you seen Connor’s d**k? That thing is a problem. It’s better than your man’s own, and I’m not even saying that to be petty. I’m saying it because it’s true.
Your man might give you soft strokes and sweet kisses, but Connor? Connor will split you open, ruin your throat, break your mind, and then carry you to the bathroom like a gentleman while his c*m drips out of you.
And the worst part?
I still want it.
Because my body doesn’t give a damn what stage of life I’m in. When Connor says, “Open your mouth,” I do it. And when he says, “Swallow Daddy’s c*m,” I moan like I was born to please him.
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Now enough
