Slowly, Emily sheathed Erik inside her backdoor, until her ass hit his lap and she had taken all of him.
At this point, Emily was panting and moaning as the familiar pain and pleasure mixed together in her brain to create the kind of feeling that she loved the most. Her hands had left her lower cheeks, and now rested on Erik's knees for balance while her body trembled.
Behind her, Erik was smiling softly at her effort as he enjoyed the tightness of her ass gripping his cock. For a moment, he watched as she slowly adjusted to the, by now, familiar invader. Then, he spoke up, "Are you just going to sit there? You think this kind of lazy behaviour will get you what you want?"
His words quickly brought Emily back down. She shook her head and panted, "N— No, Daddy! I just…need to…suppress…my orgasm…"
