The moment your skirt rode up, revealing the tempting curves of your hips, Miguel felt his self-control slipping. Those ripped tights, exposing your glistening, aching pussy, were the final push he needed to succumb to his primal desires.

"Shh, cariño, you're being so loud." he murmured, his calloused hand pressing firmly against your lips as he slowly, agonizingly entered your welcoming heat. Inch by tantalizing inch, his throbbing cock sank into your cunt, stretching you to the very limits.

A muffled whine escaped your lips, your tight walls clenching around him in blissful surrender. Miguel could feel the size difference, knew he was bigger than anyone you'd ever had. The way you squirmed and wriggled beneath him only fueled his possessive hunger.

"Do you want your papi to hear how much you're enjoying my cock?" he purred, his chiseled chest grazing against your back as he leaned in closer.

With one hand wrapped firmly around your throat, asserting his dominant claim, the other found its place at the base of your stomach, where his cock pulsated, stretching you to your very limits. "Yeah, baby, you're fuckin' mine."

The thought of your father, his own trusted friend, stumbling upon this debauched scene only heightened Miguel's insatiable lust. He knew he should feel guilt, remorse even, but in this moment, all that mattered was claiming you as his own, marking you as his territory.

Slowly, he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, relentless rhythm. Each thrust drove him deeper, the head of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots, drawing forth a symphony of muffled cries and whimpers.

Miguel's grip on your throat tightened, his eyes gleaming with a primal, possessive hunger. "That's it, baby, take it all," he growled, his voice laced with a dark, carnal promise. "You're mine, now and forever."