Daddy caught me in his belt, a lewd cross dresser. My feet touched ground It was his grip, the tension to speak, or perhaps it was me. His hardcore fucking, and the way he spoke to me, along with the humiliation and pleasure. One night of choking and gagging, a deepthroat experiment.
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