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Like the perfect student, Maddie opens, just like I told her to.

Tightening my grip on her hair, and the base of my dick, I push the thick tip past her lips.

The head of my cock nearly fills her mouth.

“Fuck!” I pant. “Shit!”

I hold her still, pushing my hips forward another half inch, and her lips close around me.

The suctioning heat swamps me, and I let go of my dick to grip her head with both hands.

“That’s it.” I pull back, almost out of her glorious grasp. “That’s it, Maddie Baby.”

I rock forward, this time burying another inch in her mouth.

Maddie’s tongue rubs against the underside of my dick and I still.

“Lick it.” I grunt, every muscle tensing. “Show me how sorry you are and lick it.”

Her hands press against my thighs for balance and her eyes close.

Maddie licks and sucks, only a third of my dick is in her mouth, but she’s treating it like a dessert that she’s been craving for years.

My cock twitches and I feel precum leaking from the tip. But instead of pulling away, Maddie moans.

“Jesus,” I hold her head still, and press another inch deeper.

I bump against the back of her throat, and I feel the small spasm roll through her body.

“Relax.” I withdraw, then push back in. “Relax and let me in.”

Maddie’s cheeks hollow around my length, and when I nudge against her throat again, I hold steady.

“Breathe through your nose, Baby.”

I can feel the exhaled breath against the top of my dick, adding a contrast to the warm wetness of her mouth.

“Deeper,” I tell her. “You’re going to take me deeper for what you put me through today.” I press further. My thumbs stroking her cheeks and I feel the small convulsions as she gags around my tip. “Take it, Maddie. Take my length. Swallow me down.”

She does exactly as I say, swallowing, nearly squeezing the orgasm out of me.

I pull away, all the way out, allowing her to cough and catch her breath.

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

A tear rolls down her cheek, even as the sides of her mouth tip up in a small smile, “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me you won’t do that again. You won’t make me worry like that.”

She nods, “I won’t worry you, again.”

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl.”

“I’ll be a good girl for Daddy. I promise.”

“Fuck.”

This is so depraved.


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