35 [M4F] - Harder Daddy! Harder!

"Harder Daddy! Harder!" You cry out just before I smack your ass.

"Quiet." I say in my smooth, deep voice.

Your knuckles are white as you grip the sheets, doing your best to take every inch of my deliciously fat cock. Your cries of pleasure are probably loud enough to wake our upstairs neighbors. I care that they might wake up, but I'm more focused on giving you the dicking of a lifetime.

The sound of my balls slapping against your thighs is audible above the smacking of my skin against your tight rear. The headboard taps the wall with each and every thrust.

"Oh fuck Daddy!" You moan out over the sound of my deep, masculine grunts.

We're not actually related. I'm not your father. Or your step-dad. Or uncle. Or your cousin. Well... I guess if you go back to Mitochondrial Eve or Y-Chromosome Adam we're all technically 50th cousins. Pedigree collapse or something. But you're not calling me Daddy because I'm your 50th cousin.

Here's a list of reasons why you're currently calling me Daddy:

• I'm six and a half feet tall.
• I'm fifteen years older than you.
• My dick is the size of your forearm.
• My balls are the size of plums.
• I'm fucking the daylights out of you.
• I spank you when you moan too loudly.

Start off with a juicy reply. Fill in whatever details you'd like. Also, I'm not going to play an incest scene.