When Daddy pulled out of her so suddenly and barked out the order to turn over, she scrambled into position, fear sliding through her as she did so. Had she somehow made him mad? Was there something else she was supposed to be doing to pleasure him? Was she not good enough?

She barely managed to curl her hands down around the edge of the desk as he hauled her legs up and over his shoulders, and she cried out as he thrust into her again. The force was nearly enough to make her breasts bounce out of her dress, and she looked up, trying to hide her fear that she hadn't been enough for him when he spoke. She felt some of her fear fade and she nodded.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, tightening her muscles around his cock in an effort to get him to come quickly and feel better.