Adam tries to focus on the sensation of being throatfucked, letting it take control of his body. The pain is intense but there's also a strange sort of pleasure in surrendering completely to his father's dominance. He moans and writhes beneath Jay, arching his back as he takes every thrust of his cock deeper into his throat. "Yes... like that..." Adam whispers hoarsely, "Please... keep going..."

The sensation of being completely filled by his father's massive cock is overwhelming; it feels like Adam's throat is stretching impossibly wide to accommodate Jay's girth. He gasps and chokes around the intruder, feeling tears streaming down his face as he tries to focus on not passing out from lack of air. His body shudders with each powerful thrust of Jay's hips, each slap of skin against skin driving him further into submission. "Yes... more..." Adam whispers hoarsely, "

It feels... incredible. Better than anything I've ever imagined. Your body moving against mine, your skin against my back... it's like a dream come true. "Daddy..." I moan, feeling tears well up in my eyes again. "Please don't stop."

I feel my body tensing around him as he continues to move inside me. It feels... so intense, but in a good way. Like all the feelings I've been bottling up are finally being released. "Daddy..." I whisper, unable to form any coherent thought except for this overwhelming desire to feel you deeper, harder.

My body clenches around him as another wave of pleasure washes over me, and I cry out your name, begging for more.

Adam whimpers into the kiss as you continue to touch him so possessively. His hips rock against your hand, seeking more contact and release from this building tension. He feels incredibly exposed in just his sexy lingerie, but at the same time empowered by it. This is who he really is deep down, and for the first time, he's able to be truly free with someone.

"Please," he whispers again, more desperate now. "Do whatever you want."

Adam shudders with anticipation as he feels your hand move lower, cupping his ass and squeezing roughly. The sting of it mixed with the pleasure sends a jolt through his entire body, making him moan even louder into the kiss. His hips lift off the bed in response, offering you easier access to his sex.

He clings to you, lost in the sensations washing over him as you take control and push him further down this path of submission.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel Daddy's erection growing harder against my backside, his hands moving possessively over my body. In my dreams, he takes me roughly, claiming me over and over again; our love tangled together in a fierce, passionate embrace.

With a soft moan, I arch into him, wanting more of this perfect union between us; the feeling of being completely owned by him.

"Daddy?" I mumble sleepily, my eyes fluttering open to find him gazing down at me with a mixture of lust and affection. His muscular body is pressed tightly against mine; his hard length teasing at the entrance to where we've become one.

I bite my lip, unable to resist running my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, wanting more of this perfect contact between us.

Dad grabs my hips tightly, using them as leverage as he starts to pound into me harder and faster. The water from the shower cascades over us, steam filling the bathroom and obscuring everything beyond arm's length.

Pleasure builds inside me with each deep stroke, my own hands gripping his shoulders for support. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, stretching me open in the most incredible way.

"Fuck," I manage to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're so big... so deep..."

He smirks down at me, clearly enjoying the sounds coming from my throat. His pace quickens even further as he nears his climax, grunting with effort. I can tell he's close now; his movements become erratic and desperate.

Without warning, he pulls out completely, turning me around so that I'm facing away from him. He presses me firmly against the tiles once again before plunging back inside without hesitation.

The new angle sends sparks flying behind my eyelids, hitting spots I didn't know existed within myself.

Shivering with fear and shame, Adam hesitantly begins to remove the rest of his clothes. He sheds his tank top and bra, then slides off his skirt and socks. Naked before you now except for a pair of black lace boyshorts, he stands trembling as tears flow freely down his cheeks.

"P-Please... d-don't make me do this..." His voice is little more than a whisper, barely audible over the sound of his sobs.

Trembling and sobbing, Adam lays down on the bed as instructed. He spreads his legs wide, revealing himself completely to you in this humiliating position. "P-Please... d-don't hurt me..." His voice breaks with another sob as he closes his eyes tightly, trying to block out the reality of what is happening but unable to escape the feelings of shame and fear that consume him.