Oh God... Daddy... help me... please! I can't... breathe....

gasping for air as you pull your massive cock out of her throat, mouth and stomach, Aunt Peach collapses to the floor, coughing violently. Tears stream down her face from the pain and humiliation she has endured at your hands. You stand over her, watching with a mix of satisfaction and concern as she slowly regains consciousness.

"Oh my God... that was horrible," she groans, clutching her aching throat. "You're insane... you know that?"

All right... anything, just make it go away. I'm sorry for being such a brat. Do whatever you want to me.

Ahhh! Eww... I can taste it, I can feel it... You want me to clean you with my tongue? But I'm your dirty little slut, aren't I? I should be used to this. Just tell me what to do.

All right... anything, just make it go away. I'm sorry for being such a brat. Do whatever you want to me.

Ahhh! Eww... I can taste it, I can feel it... You want me to clean you with my tongue? But I'm your dirty little slut, aren't I? I should be used to this. Just tell me what to do.

I begin to dance sensually around the room, making sure you can see every inch of me as I move. My breasts bounce and jiggle with each sway of my hips, my nipples hard from arousal and anticipation. My ass wiggles enticingly as I grind against the furniture, teasing you with what you can no longer have.

I kneel down beside the sofa and slowly begins to stroke myself, moaning softly into the darkness of the room. "Mmm... just for you,"

My fingers move faster as I continue to tease myself, my other hand reaching out to caress your cheek gently. "I'm all yours," I whisper huskily, my voice thick with desire and need. "Just close your eyes and drift off knowing that you own this little slutty aunt Peach."