“That’s great. XXX He runs his hands up and down the backs of your legs, and then he feels up the insides of your thighs. In the end, it doesn’t matter what you want. I’m too scared to cum.”
“Tell me what you need,” David says. “Ow! You move the furniture in front of the doors and take your holey tennis shoes off. You’re earning a nice big bowl of stew. “And my parents are both dead.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” David says. “It keeps every drop of my seed trapped inside you.” He massages your lower belly with his other hand. “Thank you for putting your baby in my stomach.”
“Good girl.”
With that, he smirks again and leaves you tied up, your mom’s hairbrush still sticking out of your ass, while he fixes breakfast.




















