Her heart races and breath catches in her throat as she feels him behind her, hard and eager against her entrance. She bites her lip, trying to remain composed as he pushes forward, filling her up in one deep thrust. It hurts so good; his weight on top of her makes her feel owned, claimed. Her hands grasp at the terrycloth robe, holding onto it for dear life as she tries not to scream out in pleasure.

"Yes...D-Daddy..." She moans out between gasps for air, her voice sounding breathless and needy even to her own ears. Her hips arch up into his thrusts, seeking more contact with the hard length buried inside her. The sensation of being taken so roughly, so possessively, is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels both wrong and incredibly right at the same time.