Carl's eyes, burning with wild flames, stared at me. His penis still shone brightly, heavy and swollen, even after he last applied something on me, it remained the same. I knelt down again, my hair tangled, my skin covered with his semen, my own moisture, sweat, saliva - all those things that girls are ashamed to get in contact with, but women wear them with confidence.

He squeezed my chin, his fingers pressing against my flushed face. He lifted my chin until I was forced to look up at him. My mouth involuntarily opened and my tongue stuck out, making an inviting gesture. He rubbed his penis against my lips, as if he was again considering coloring me. A deep groan escaped from the depths of my heart.

"You're not allowed to clean up yet," he roared, rubbing his greasy head over my cheeks, nose, mouth, even my eyelashes. "It's still so messy."

I gave a satisfied hum and resumed sucking the tip of the penis. Just the tip, because now he was only giving me this. I couldn't tell if he wanted to force me with my mouth, or if he was still overly sensitive after the last orgasm. Anyway, he kept me wanting more - teasing me. His hand was grasping my hair, just as I was about to start going in a little, he suddenly pulled me off him forcefully, making a wet "bang" sound.

"Turn around. Place your palms flat against the bathtub wall."

Without hesitation, I complied. My knees creaked on the tiled floor of the hotel bathroom. I twisted my body, arching my back, until my round and beautiful buttocks rose up. I didn't even wait for him to touch me - my hands snaked between my legs, spread my legs wide, and offered everything to him.

The cold air caused a sharp pain to my damp skin. He slapped my bottom hard and loudly, with great force. Once. Then again. On the third time, his palm was still warm. I shrank back a little, but my moans were almost like snoring. He said nothing. He just walked behind me and pressed his thick penis between my buttocks, rubbing and sliding into my buttock creases. His penis was still damp and slippery from my moisture, while I was completely soaked, drenched all over, with water droplets constantly falling.

He slowly inserted, so slowly that I almost cried out in nervousness and stretching. He groaned lowly, as if every inch sliding into my body was exactly what he truly needed. His hands roughly grasped my buttocks. My nails scratched the tiles. He began to move. Not forcefully, not vigorously, but steadily, deliberately.

"Did you feel it?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Your slippery little hole is extracting my semen? Are you so eager again?"

"Yeah," I sobbed, pressing my face against him again, longing for more. Forever more. "Use me, Dad. Screw me, until my whole body turns white."

"I like how your mouth becomes so lascivious when it's moist," he murmured, grasping my nape and forcing my face to sink down. Semen and saliva flowed in opposite directions, beginning to drip onto my face. I curled up into two halves, and the exhalation from my lungs left a thin mist on the tiles.

"Tonight you will be my canvas," he roared.

Then he let go.

The rhythm became wild. Perfect. Skin slapping. My breasts swayed beneath me. I was unable to speak; I could only make sounds. Just a woman groaning forcefully, craving for a more intense groan. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me back onto him, piercing me and making me be sucked in deeper by him. Each thrust raised my knees high. I was almost unable to stand up anymore - his every wild rush made me rise up.

As soon as he let go, I collapsed forward, gasping for breath. My little hole was empty, empty. Despair and helplessness. Before I could beg, he turned me over again. My back hit the cold bathtub. He looked down at me, his eyes burning, his penis sliding back and forth between us.

Then he inserted two of his fingers deeply into my soaked private area and curled them wickedly.

"Shoot it out!" he commanded. Just that word alone sent a shiver down my spine. I screamed out, but my slippery hands couldn't grasp the edge of the bathtub. My legs trembled with the flowing waves. I ejaculated so forcefully that I almost fainted.

He hasn't finished yet.

He grabbed my ankle, pulled it up to his shoulder, and suddenly pushed me. My wet body rubbed against his porcelain-like skin. He didn't care. He just held me tightly and pounded me fiercely, as if the entire hotel belonged to his penis - and I was just a decoration for him to abuse. I screamed, trembled, and scratched him vigorously. He held my two wrists with one hand and raised them high above my head. His free hand? Pinched my throat.

"Look at you," he roared, "You're begging for this, you always beg for this - now you're just a vagina full of semen." He used his thumb to swipe the semen off my face. "It seems this is no longer just your vagina."

I can't argue, can't speak, can only groan.

He moved closer again, pressing even harder on my throat. The veins on my neck bulged, sweat dripping onto me and onto my tongue. Oh my god, he was so alluring - all over him. I arched my back. I was about to climax again. I needed it. I tried to rub against him.

He shouted sternly, "Don't ejaculate unless I give permission."

I nodded, sobbing. He loosened his grip on my throat, grabbed my buttocks with both hands, and treated me like a toy to play with.

"I love you," I managed to say.

He bent down and kissed me. The change in his posture had an effect on his penis, and I could feel it. Then he grabbed my nipples and pushed himself up again. His thrusts became erratic. Forceful and powerful. He was about to -

"Dad, ejaculate for me, please," I gasped, and he roared.

He pulled it out and sprayed it again onto my abdomen and breasts. The penis slightly arched, and a stream of hot liquid splashed onto my skin. I rubbed it and spread it all over, as if bathing in his pleasure. He sprayed the last few drops onto my face, and I greedily licked them all up.

It's still not enough.

I sat up and grabbed the still twitching penis in my hand. "Are you still going to give up? You said you were just starting to have sex with me."

Oh... He wasn't lying. I gave him a gentle pinch on the thigh, and a few seconds later, he became hard again.