“You like that, don’t you, girl?” the old man grunted, his calloused hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. “Such a dirty little slut.”
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She moaned shamelessly, her back arching as she pressed herself against his weathered body. “Yes, yes,” she panted. “Fuck me harder, daddy. I’ve been dreaming about this.”
Her words sent a jolt of heat through him, and he obliged, slamming into her with a roughness that made her gasp. Her body trembled with every thrust, her clean-shaven pussy gripping him tightly. He could feel her wetness coating his cock, the slick sounds of their fucking filling the room.
Her hands clawed at the sheets beneath her, the fabric twisting in her grasp. She loved the way he filled her, the way his rough hands roamed over her smooth skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “You’re so big,” she whimpered. “I can feel every inch of you.”
The old man chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s right, girl. Take it all. You’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”
She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes, daddy. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you to defile me, to make me feel dirty.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he continued to pound into her. “You’re nothing but a whore for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “I’m your whore, daddy. Use me however you want.”
Her words pushed him over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, he came inside her, his cum flooding her tight pussy. She cried out as she felt him pulse within her, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves.
The old man withdrew from her, his cum dripping down her thighs as she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. He looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. “You really are a filthy slut,” he said, wiping himself off with a towel before getting dressed.
She lay there, a contented smile on her face, already dreaming of the next time he would come to fix something in the apartment while I was at work. Little did I know, she had been planning this for weeks.
It wasn’t until later that night, when I found a a cryptic message on her phone from an unknown number, that I began to suspect something was amiss. The message read: “Same time next week, my little whore?” My heart raced as the pieces fell into place,…