You were too nice about Chris and Lydia. I can just picture him bouncing her on his cock, pinching her nipples all mean, edging that slutty little cunt for hours without letting her come. “What’s the matter, little girl? Is Daddy more than you bargained for?” He’d taunt her with a smile, breath hot against her ear, fingertips just barely grazing her little clit. “This is what happens when you try to play with grownups.”

ooooohhhhh

ooooohhhhOoooooOOOOOooohhh

Lydia’s make-up smeared from her tears and sweat, hair sticking to the sides of her face as she bounces on Mr. Argent’s cock, tries to come fast on it so she can finally have an orgasm; only that he stills her just before she can. Makes her sit on his dick, her body trembling with the effort to come nevertheless, tits quivering and red from his pinching, mean fingers.

She feels like she’s going to go insane. Her clit feels obscenely swollen and tender. Like only a breeze against it will make her fall apart.

“Sh, sh, shhh,” he soothes and licks her cheek. “Daddy’s here. Don’t cry. Daddy’ll make it better.”

Does he even let her come in the end? or does he leave her with some secure panties pulled on her so she can’t even rub one out when he’s gone? Or does he prime her until she finally gushes for him? Squirting and grunting through her orgasm like an animal, eyes rolling up into her head?

Bet her poor cunt looks so ruined after Mister Argent is done with her.