Forcing you to take it like the good girl I trained you to be, holding you still as I breed your tight pussy over and over, your tears fueling my thrusts until my cum floods your womb and you're whimpering daddy's name, swollen and owned forever.
“You don’t need to think. You just need to sink, and drift, and drop.” Your eyelids rolled back, mind switching off as their ministrations continued. “Let my hands coax you into a stupor, where I can pour my thoughts into that silly empty head of yours.”