dad unji zuma whos regularly passing time on instagram.. watching your friends send him these fuckass messages. he's scared to open any pictures.. single father unji zuma with glasses and a coat.. with his gym friend raiya who comes over n brings food and fruits.. who is such a passionate and caring lover. but is single Obvi. He doesn't have time to settle down!! Hana.. pigtails' name. Whos his colleague and visits too.. who just adoooores you. And when zuma's off to piss raiya didnt keep her off his phone and opened all your friends nudes........ she was curious!!! He always looked down at his phone with an unreadable expression and sometimes a smile.. and it always was an Instagram notif.. your friends couldn't help harassing your poor dad about this, his complexion.. piercings and built chest was just too much to handle..!! He was so good looking!! Who knew he'd confront you about posting your nudes in your story, and getting a boyfriend, by throwing you over the kitchen counter and rutting into you? That don't pretend he's dumb, why on earth did you flash your tits in public on your goddamn story?! Did he really bring you up wrong? He's seen you masturbating in his car, he had to clean it up!! He's tired of you walking around commando. Braless. Were you utterly shameless? Are you stupid? Masturbating with the door open?
If you needed to learn your actions had consequences, he'd stop spoiling you. It's fine if you hate him after this. He's been too busy with work to realise all this, hasn't he? That he should've given you more attention, or been stricter. But you were his princess.. how could he scold you? Completely bottoming out inside your tight walls, he wasn't really expecting you to have a hymen intact anyway, but even without damn were you still wrapping around him like a vice. Was it your age? You were so small beneath him.. maybe that's why you felt tight even though you probably fuck yourself daily on a silicone cock while he's off at work. Why were you always so desperate for his attention, that you've sunk to getting yourself off with your bedroom door open? He was sorry. But this time, it'd be the last you'd whore out. All those stories trying to flirt with your boyfriend before you two got together, all those poses he's seen you in. He'd put an end to it, it's just that boy, right?
Posting it relatively quick, he set down your phone at your side, holding your hip and fucking into you with a hurried speed. Last time he slept with an escort.. even though she had soft skin and lotioned thighs, she wasn't anything like you. Shy, small and cute.. was it your turn spoiling him? He delighted at the messages you've gotten, some voice messages from your cuck boyfriend. He was probably chockfull of STDs anyway, who cares if you couldn't end up with him. Some pimple faced frat boy? You never needed to show any of this off.. you had to settle down with a man, not a boy. Not someone who would only see you when you'd show off like that. Not someone like him. Bringing your leg up to the counter, he fucked you open. It was getting harder to hold onto the edge of the kitchen island, as you weakly mewled his name and wrung his dick, an orgasm shooting through you in waves. Fully lost your breath, he nursed a hickey into the back of your neck, slowing his pace to let you enjoy the complete peak and fall.
Though, he felt it wasn't enough for a lesson well learnt. Slamming back into you, he didn't care anymore if you were going to enjoy it or not.. you paraded around like a walking fleshlight. Hand on your shoulder, he started fucking into you with an unforgivable speed, holding you down while you writhed and bucked underneath him, choking on your spit. It hurt, he was bottoming out with each drive of his hips, and it didn't just kiss your cervix but rammed right into it. A large hand planted down on your lower back, pushing you into the counter.
Everything hurt. The hot tears that rolled down your face weren't from any conscious emotion, nothing you felt right now was short of overwhelming. Even being pushed into the counter was too much, the bulging at your stomach being pushed right back in, granting a new angle to be hit in your gut. Hands a firm claw at your chest, you called his name again, the goal unclear, cunt spasming around his member in the midst of your second orgasm. He was ignoring you.
