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Giving her neck one last squeeze to remind her she was mine, I returned my hand to her hips and fucked her with such a speed, our hips were practically a blur. Her now-freed mouth was put to good use as she began moaning instantly, seemingly asian making up for lost time. “Ooooh fuuuck…” she could barely get out. “You’re my favorite fuck, Daddy. You’re soooo good… I’m close, Daddy, I’m so close, keep going, please!” “You don’t get to order me around, slut.” amateur I gruffly reminded her. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry sir…” she replied practically on autopilot, completely lost in the moment. “You know what you are to me?” I asked her, wanting to capitalize on the moment. “Yes sir.” she all but panted. “What are you?” “I’m your slave, your lapdog. I’m the pussy you use and the cocksleeve who will do anything for you.” she recited, seemingly getting even more turned on by what she was saying. “Close.” I muttered, then slapped her ass extra hard as punishment. “You’re nothing but a useless slut. You’re the cocksleeve I use, but you are nothing more than that. You’re made to be used and abused. Do you understand?” “Yessssss,” Holly moaned, though I could have striptease told her anything and she would have said yes. “That’s a good girl.” I replied, realizing how close I was myself. I gave her a telltale grunt of importance that let her knew she needed to speed up her process to climax or be left behind, and she followed suit perfectly. Babbling like she’d never been fucked before, Holly picked up her speed and depth and began to climax maybe a second before the churned-up tightness in my balls couldn’t hold back the floodgates any more. 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