When he was done, I can feel my lips were bruised. Then Mr. Gansheroff dragged with hand still wrapped around my neck over to a
table and slammed me on that. He took his clothes off and then ripped off my uniform and underwear. He started giving those
hard, deep throat kisses again and I wrapped my arms around him. Eventually he was giving me hickeys on my neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. I was red, sweating, and huffing and puffing. I eventually moaned, “Daddyy.”
“Did I tell you you can speak?” Mr. Gansheroff snarled before flipping me over and spanking me with the paddle about 5 times. I eye
rolled my eyes back, smiled, and cried tears of both joy and
pain.
He gently rolled me back over, sat me up, and stared rubbing my
pussy. My face was hot now and I can feel my
pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second, so I was basically at
peak arousal. I was afraid to speak let alone moan, so I closed eyes and bit my lip.
Sex