Dad That Pisses In Its Kiddos Mouth Every Time They Swear. Giving Potty Mouth A Whole New Meaning

If you’re trying to breed me and I’m flinching because you’re going too deep, pull me all the way down on your cock and hold me there while you cum. If it hurts it just means you’re in deep enough to give me a good chance of getting pregnant with your baby. I don’t care if I’m begging you to stop, if I mean it, you’ll know. Safe words are there for a reason. When I have an egg waiting to be fertilized, I’m no more cognizant than a bitch in heat, I need you to take control of me. I’m too feral to make my own decisions, I need you to quell the heat inside me with the conception of our child. Impregnate me, shove your cock right up against my cervix hard and don’t let me pull away. You need to spill your seed as deeply as possible, even if I’m squirming and whining at the pain of your hot cum being forced into my cervix. I’ll be grateful for the pain soon enough when my belly starts to round out with the new life you put inside me.

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“open your fucking legs or it’s going in your ass” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠

there’s nothing wrong with me plus i don’t have any wants or needs plus i don’t feel or think at all

show off those pretty little holes for dad 🥰🥰

one of the most enduringly obnoxious things about algorithmic feeds is that there is genuinely no amount of blocking and tailoring and "not interested in this" and "show me less content like this" that will ever ever convince the algorithm that you don't want to be shown content promoting weight loss

sorry i got a boner when u said something really heartfelt and sweet and held me and reassured me that im okay. theres a lot of wires crossed in my poor diseased brain when it comes to that sort of thing

Littles want me because I treat them with care and respect up until the point I've had enough and put them in time out where I force them watch me jerk off in front of them and keep their hands to themself <3

"Please Miss?" I was breathing a bit too rapidly, simply unable to blink. I couldn't stop looking into those big hopeful eyes as she kneeled on the floor. Her face was starting to twist in worry.

I would probably be shaking, but she was griping my wrist and the end of the gun, pressing it against her forehead. I had to pull away, get my footing. She didn't try to stop me, but I could already see tears spilling down her face. "Hey, hey, shhhh its okay I just need a minute, okay? This is... big for me," I wasn't sure I was ready to let her go. But I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. To paint the walls with her brain. To see body flop dead and lifeless. To... ,hells, so much. "But you promised-," I slapped her hard. She was stunned silent. The tears dried up as her brain tried catch up. I was not going to have back talk at this moment. "Do not presume to tell me my own fucking words. I know what I said, I - You've earned your pullies. I just- just," Fuck, now I was breaking character. I hugged her tightly, squeezed the air out of her lung. The cold metal of the gun digging into her back. I need her. "I just.. can't let you die that quickly, okay? Can I just- let me do it slower, the way I want?" She nodded and tried her best to return my crushing hug before I finally let go. I roughly pressed the muzzle into her stomach before dragging it down to her thigh. Rubbing it in a bit before asking, "Here? Is here good, my little snuffable?" There was a brief pause and shiver from her. Before she was ready for it to be over in an instant. Now she was going to have to endure however long I was going to toy with her. She already knew how long that could be. "Yes, Miss. Please, my pullies..." I grabbed her collar and pulled her close for a kiss before lifting the gun and firing. We both jolted from the blast. I couldn't hear anything and she probably couldn't either. The ear damage hurt, but it made the whole scene almost serene. Red was bubbling out of her thigh and I almost couldn't look away. Thank whatever goddess gave me the power to look back to up to face. The stark shock and need. The pain probably not fully reaching her brain yet, but the fear dawning as she saw my glee. Shaky, jitters more then panic, I shoved the barrel of the gun into her mouth. Forcing her to suck on the still warm barrel as she bled all over the basement floor. The weapon buzzed with either her screams or moans. It didn't matter which to me. This is what I needed. I finally pulled the gun from her mouth and put it back up against her forehead. She gave me the most pathetic look I had ever seen. Slowly I tugged on the trigger, it felt like hours in barely a second. Then. *Click* There was confusion on her face. She had seen me pull the trigger, but she was still here. I only grinned wider. Realization hit her like a truck. She start to babble something I couldn't hear. Shoving her finger in with mine and pulling that trigger again and again and again. Click. Click. Click. Finally I had my fill of the fun, punched her hard in the gut, and left her to squirm on the floor as I retrieved the medical kit. It took her 5 years to earn that bullet and she had let me put it in her thigh. It would be hell getting her out of the basement and to the hospital, but it was worth it for all this.

"don't worry, we'll make it fit" oh ok