Sin of My Guardian

"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's splitting me from behind!" Chloe screamed, braced against the coffee table, ass arched high as Victor's massive shaft speared her sopping pussy. Her walls clenched greedily, piss and squirt still dripping from her last orgasm, staining his soaked suit pants. The bulge in her belly reformed with every brutal thrust—*slap, slap*—balls smacking her clit. "Greedy whore, pissing all over Daddy's Armani? This tight cunt's milking me like it owns my load," Victor snarled, yanking her hair to arch her back sharper. His fingers dug into her hips, pounding deeper, veins scraping her raw folds. "Beg for it, baby girl. Tell Daddy you're his piss-soaked fucktoy." Chloe bucked back wildly, tits dragging the glass, drool pooling beneath. "Yes! Chloe's Daddy's nasty piss-slut! Fuck my wrecked pussy harder—breed your daughter! Ahh, it's too deep—gonna cum again!" Her voice cracked, thighs quaking as fresh squirt erupted, soaking his thighs. He spun her mid-thrust, slamming her against the wall—legs hooked over his arms, impaled fully. "Look at you—ruined and begging. Say it: you're knocked up for Daddy someday." His hips jackhammered, tip battering her cervix. "Pregnant... for you, Daddy! Fill me!" Chloe wailed, nails raking his neck, pussy convulsing in endless spasms. But as ropes of cum flooded her womb, she realized—the addiction had crossed into breeding territory, no turning back. His seed leaked down her thighs, promising consequences.