Willow bucked and whined. Face smushed against the desk, hips raised as best they could be. Tight, and gripping, and stretched, and wet- feeling the globs of spit fall and splat against her crack- makeshift lube at least.

"D-Daddy!"

She barked. Glancing back over her shoulder - hitting her stride.
- slowly swinging hips back and forth to find her rhythm. Dick pushing back and forth in a whirlwind of pleasure, tension, resistance and suction as her hands maneuvered pervertedly, fondling the soft love handles that were the outsides of her ass or the pert slender waist.

"Ay, Mami"

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