While I was talking with Cynthia I heard my father going into the next room. I hid in the corner behind a filing cabinet. hardcore porn I let him, taking it in my throat when he thrust deep and sucking the top as he’d pull back. My father continued his rant calling me whore, slut, sex slave, and little bitch. I had worked this out already, I could only hope it worked. I put my legs around him and started to grind against his dick. “Oh sweetie, I think daddy needs a little rest,” he said gently pushing me away. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.”
True to his word he rammed me hard. “Jeanette, go get dressed!” He continued his anger clear. “Fuck them!” He said pushing me up a little. As my orgasm faded he slowly stood up between my legs. Did he really think I was some prostitute?
