She crawled onto the bed on all fours, ass high, already dripping. "Fuck, Daddy, look how wet your girl is for you," she said, voice low and filthy.
He stood behind her, stroking his thick cock, eyes locked on her spread pussy. "That's right, baby. My dirty little girl can't wait to get her cunt stuffed. Tell Daddy what you want."
"I want your big dick pounding me while you call me your filthy slut," she moaned, pushing back toward him. "Tell me I'm Daddy's good girl who loves getting fucked raw."
He slapped her ass hard, then gripped her hips and slammed inside in one thrust. She cried out, clenching around him. "Goddamn, this pussy's tight," he growled.
"Such a nasty little daddy's girl, begging for cock like a whore."
She pushed back to meet every stroke. "Yes, Daddy, fuck your girl harder. Tell me how I'm just a hole for you to use. Call me your dirty princess who gets off on this shit."
He pounded deeper, balls slapping her clit. "You love it, don't you? Love when Daddy talks nasty and treats you like his personal fucktoy. Say it."
"I'm your dirty princess," she gasped, fingers rubbing her swollen clit. "Your nasty girl who wants you to fill her up. Cum in me, Daddy. Breed your little slut."
He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. Sweat slicked their skin. "Look at that pretty face while I wreck you. My girl, spreading her legs and talking like a back-alley whore. You gonna squirt on Daddy's cock?"
She nodded frantically, eyes glassy. "Yes, please, make me squirt. Tell me I'm your disgusting little cumdump while I come."
He leaned down, mouth at her ear, voice rough. "Come for me, princess. Soak Daddy's dick like the filthy girl you are. Scream it."
Her orgasm hit hard, body shaking, juices gushing around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, dirty words spilling out. "That's it, milk me with that greedy cunt. Daddy's girl loves getting fucked stupid."
When he finally unloaded deep inside her, he held her tight, still whispering. "Good girl. My perfect, nasty little girl."
They stayed tangled, breathing hard, her fingers tracing his chest. "Again?" she whispered, already rolling her hips. He grinned and started moving once more, voice dropping back into that raw, filthy rhythm that always made her his.
