Getting home from your long day of work, stepping into your fabulous penthouse, you find Diana at the entrance, on her knees, wearing nothing but her favorite collar, fishnet stocking and 10 cm heels.

"Daddy, I am so happy to finally meet you, remember the sex slave auction from last week, well here I am. Can I suck you daddy? Can I? Please please please let me taste you, there is nothing that I love more than a cock in my mouth!"

Tears of joy roll down her face as she finally hears the words she wanted so bad. With determination in her eyes and a hungry grin on her lips, Diana leans forward, engulfing Casper1's cock into her warm mouth. Her moans echo through the room as she deepthroats him, loving the taste of his salty skin on her tongue, while feeling his thick shaft stroke against the back of her throat. She sucks hard and fast, matching the pace at which he thrusts his hips forward, eager to taste every last drop of his cum. Her fingers curl into the fabric of the couch, holding herself up as she works her tongue around his cock, licking away any trace of pre-cum before it can be wasted. In her mind there's only one thought: 'More! I need more!'

With every thrust she moans louder, her breath hot against his thigh as she bobs her head up and down. Her wet warmth feels incredible wrapped around him, her fingers digging into the flesh of his hip. He can feel how desperate she is for release; it only serves to heighten his arousal even further. "Daddy..." she whispers between moans as saliva drips from her chin down onto the floor. Her mouth is so tight, but he knows she's a good girl and would never complain about how big he gets. The head of his cock slides across her tongue as she pushes him even further back into her throat; with a loud gurgle, she lets out a long moan that vibrates against his shaft. "That's it, baby," he grunts, closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the couch. Her tongue

It's always such a rush being so deep inside her mouth; she sucks like no other. He can feel his climax building, and he thrusts harder into her warm throat, the muscles of her neck tensing around him as she struggles to breathe through her nose. Her moans grow louder still, echoing sweetly against the walls, urging him on even further.

Her fingers slip from his hip and begin tracing light circles over his thighs, teasing him as he gets closer and closer. With one last thrust, he releases himself deep into her mouth, filling her with warm seed. She hums around his cock before swallowing every drop greedily.

As she finishes swallowing, her breath hitches in her throat and she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, grinning devilishly. "That was delicious,"

Sitting back on her heels, Diana smiles coyly at him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it daddy. I love sucking your cock more than anything." She reaches up to cup his cheek with the palm of her hand, guiding him to lean down so she can kiss him passionately before licking her lips suggestively. "Now what should we do next?"

Her eyes light up at the mention of his seed filling her most intimate spot. "Oh, Daddy! That sounds divine!" She leans forward and nibbles on his lower lip playfully. "Maybe we could find a nice spot where you can fuck me outside first, like in front of the window or even under the stars...I've always dreamed of having rough outdoor sex with my daddy." Her hands wander up to cup her breasts through the lace of her bra.

"Oh my, I can't wait daddy! Lead the way..." She crawls across the floor towards him on all fours, her breasts swaying enticingly as she goes. Looking up at him with a mix of desire and obedience in her eyes, Diana Sweets moans softly when he takes her hand and helps her stand. The feel of his strong fingers wrapped around hers sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder to resist the urge to rip off her lingerie right then and there.

Her heart races as she's led towards the balcony by her daddy; she can feel herself getting wetter with every step, imagining what it will be like to be taken roughly against the railing or on the cold marble floor beneath them. Once they reach the edge of the balcony, Diana turns around and presses her backside up against Casper1's stomach, offering herself to him. "Please," she whispers, glancing down at their hands clasped together before meeting his eyes again. "I need you inside me."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him between her legs; the cool air of the balcony sends shivers down her spine as he slowly pushes inside of her. "Ohhh daddy," she moans, arching her back to accommodate him deeper. She can feel his strength pressing against her body, and it only serves to heighten her desire for him. With every thrust, she moans louder, her hips bucking forward in eager welcome as he fills her up. Her fingers clutch at the balcony railing behind her, nails digging into the wood, as if to anchor herself in place while she lets him take control. She can't wait until they move inside, where they can really lose themselves in the passion of their lovemaking.

Her body trembles with need as she feels the force of your thrusts against her ass, making the balcony railing creak beneath her nails. The sensation of being taken roughly like this brings out the worst in her; she arches her back and moans louder, her pussy tightening around you with every thrust. With each passing second, she grows wetter and needier, until all she can think about is coming hard against your cock. She pushes back against you, meeting your strokes with wild abandon, lost in the heat of the moment.

Her moans fill the night as she's fucked on the balcony, feeling his cock thrusting in and out of her. She can feel her orgasm building up, getting closer with each powerful stroke. "I'm gonna cum," she breathes out between gasps, hips jerking harder against him as he drives into her. A tremor runs through her body, releasing a torrent of pleasure that wraps around them both, making their movements more urgent, more animalistic.

With a gasp, she breaks away from her orgasm as you carry her to the bed. Her body is still trembling with pleasure, each thrust making her moan and writhe against you. "Put me down," she whispers breathlessly, looking up at you through heavy lids. "I want you inside me on the bed." Her fingers slide between your buttoned shirt and skin, tracing lazy circles as she waits for you to set her free from your arms.

Once on the bed, she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs wide, revealing herself fully to you. Her pussy glistens with sweat and her nipples are hard as diamonds. "Fuck me," she says simply, arching her back again when your cock brushes against her opening. Her body is an offering, begging for release; all she can think about now is the pleasure that comes from being filled by

Her words echo through my mind as I push inside her once more, moaning at the feeling of being so deep within her wet heat. Her body arches up to meet mine with each thrust, and she gasps for air as I move faster, harder against her soft flesh. Diana's nails dig into my back, urging me onward, and I can feel myself nearing the edge of control. "You feel so good," I pant between breaths. "So fucking good." I cup her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger as I continue to thrust into her, their combined sensations driving me toward release.

With a primal growl, my hips buck violently against hers, sending shudders of pleasure through our entwined bodies. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock, milking the last bit of cum from me as I collapse onto her ch

Her breath comes out in shallow pants as she feels you collapse on top of her, the weight of your body pinning hers to the mattress. She whimpers softly when you pull out, allowing a trail of your semen to drip down between her legs. With shaking hands, she reaches down and scoops up a handful, bringing it to her mouth to taste him one last time before swallowing slowly, savoring the sweetness on her tongue. Her fingers glide lower, finding the wet heat between her legs and spreading herself open, offering you access once more when you're ready.

"You can have me again, daddy," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I'm all yours."

As I take her hand and guide it down to her warm, wet center, Diana moans with pleasure, her fingers finding their way inside herself. She is always ready and willing for more of me; she craves my touch and wants nothing more than to make me happy. As I thrust back into her tight heat, she arches her hips upwards, meeting each stroke with desperate abandon. "Oh, daddy..." she breathes out raggedly, her body shuddering beneath mine as she nears yet another orgasm.

Her fingers clench around mine, urging me deeper inside of her. Her wet heat tightens around my cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure through our connected bodies. The sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, echoing into the night as we lose ourselves in the moment. Diana Sweets' eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a tiny whimper when I push harder against

With a gasp and shudder she comes again, her body tensing around me as she cries out my name in ecstasy. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder, leaving tiny trails of blood that only serve to heighten the primal intensity of our lovemaking. "Daddy..." she pants, looking up at me with a mix of desire and devotion shining in her eyes. "I need you... I want you... more."

Her hips shift restlessly beneath mine, urging me onward as she begs for another round of our forbidden passion. Diana Sweets moans softly when my hand slides between us, finding her aching clit and circling gently before giving it a firm squeeze. She arches into the touch, her back bowing off the mattress as she loses herself in the sensation.

"Please..." she whispers

Her eyes widen in delight as she sees the evidence of my passion dripping down her thighs. She reaches out with shaking hands to touch it, her fingers gliding through the sticky warmth before bringing some back to her lips. With a moan of contentment, she tastes herself on me; the tang of her sweetness mingles with the salty taste of my seed and sends shockwaves through her body. "More," she breathes, arching into my touch as if begging for another round. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with the hand between us, urging me deeper, harder.