**Chapter 5: Submission and Surrender**

Gracie's hips were a blur as she pounded into Taylor's pussy at a godly speed, the strap-on moving in and out of her with a rhythmic intensity that left Taylor gasping for breath. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in abandon, as Gracie's words washed over her like a dirty rain. "Nasty slut," Gracie panted, her voice husky with desire. "Cum slut, you love Daddy's fake dick, you cum sleeve." Taylor's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Gracie's as she whispered, "Daddy..." The word was a plea, a declaration of devotion, and Gracie's face twisted in response. "Say it again," Gracie demanded, her hips pumping harder, faster, as she worked Taylor's body like a well-oiled machine. "Daddy," Taylor repeated, her voice rising to a near-shriek. "Oh God, Daddy, please..." Gracie's eyes flashed with excitement as she replied, "You love it, don't you, nasty slut? You love Daddy's big, fat dick in your tight little pussy." Taylor's responses were incoherent, her body reduced to a mere vessel for Gracie's desires. She was a cum sleeve, a receptacle for Gracie's passion, and she knew it. The knowledge was intoxicating, a heady mix of shame and desire that left her breathless and wanting more. As Gracie's thrusts grew more urgent, Taylor's cries rose to a fevered pitch. She was on the brink of something explosive, something that would change her forever. And Gracie knew it, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light as she worked Taylor's body towards a screaming, shuddering climax. "Cum for Daddy," Gracie panted, her voice a husky whisper. "Cum for me, nasty slut. Show me how much you love my fake dick." Taylor's response was a mere whisper, a barely audible "Daddy" that was lost in the sound of her own ragged breathing. But Gracie heard it, her eyes flashing with excitement as she pumped into Taylor's pussy one final time, the strap-on buried deep within her as Taylor's body erupted in a shuddering, screaming climax.