He panted quietly through his nose as he watched the pearly skinned breasts bounce, buoyant and suspended in the air. The girl’s shrill moans increased, breasts ricocheting and bobbing as if she were riding the waves of a stormy sea.
“Yes, Daddy!” She screamed while riding the member of a man who could not be seen, but whose hand shot up and locked around her throat, stifling her cries of pleasure.
*”This is how it should be,”* he thought to himself as he stared intently into the phone screen. He had propped it on his chest in an attempt at realism.
*”I’m the man, I’m in control,”* he repeated in his head as he imagined the vivacious woman on his screen within his grasp.
This was his third replay on the video; it had always been his favorite. It seemed like he had been stroking himself for hours, he had never had so much trouble in the past and he hadn’t gotten off in a week.
“Yes Daddy, fill me!” the girl screamed while grinding back and forth.