Things I Need In My Life:

“you’re too young” okay so cum inside me :D

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We are not the same

No baby, you're misremembering. You were already naked when you went to sleep, remember?

Some of my favorite sounds in the world occur with my cock deep in a slut’s tight ass.

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Jordyn Jones

normalize jerking off onto their unconscious face <3

“Mommy, I—” Your voice hitched, a pathetic little whimper escaping your lips as you shifted your weight, your thighs trembling against the arm of the sofa. The fabric rubbed against your sensitive pussy, the friction maddening, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, needier, with every desperate little grind.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Mommy’s voice was soft, soothing, but there was a sharp edge to it, a knowingness that made your cheeks burn hotter. “We’re watching. You’re doing so well.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds building in your throat, but it was impossible. Your hips moved on their own, chasing that elusive feeling, that release you’d only just started to understand. Your fingers dug into the sofa cushions, and you could hear Daddy’s low chuckle from across the room.

“She’s getting close,” he said, his voice rough, almost hungry. “Look at her, squirming like a little rabbit.”

Your breath caught, and your hips stuttered. You wanted to stop—this was embarrassing, shameful—but you couldn’t. The tingling in your pussy was too much, too insistent. You needed something more, anything more, but you didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Please,” You whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. “I—I can’t—”

Mommy’s chair creaked as she stood, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as she approached. You could feel her hand on your back, warm and steady, and you froze, your breath hitching.

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

You turned your head, your eyes wide, and she smiled, her fingers trailing down your spine. “Daddy’s going to help you now. Be a good girl for us, okay?”

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and Mommy stepped back, her gaze flicking to Daddy. He was already on his feet, his eyes dark as he strode toward you. You could see the bulge in his pants, and your stomach twisted, a strange mix of fear and excitement flooding your veins.

“Up,” he commanded, his voice low and firm, and you scrambled to obey, your legs shaky as you stood.

Mommy stepped forward again, her arms wrapping around you from behind, her body pressing against yours. “Shh,” she whispered, her breath warm against your neck. “Just let Daddy take care of you.”

Your heart pounded as Daddy knelt in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your dress up to your waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and you whimpered, your hands gripping Mommy’s arms.

“Be a good girl,” Mommy said again, her voice firm this time, and you nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Daddy pulled your panties down your legs.

“She’s so wet,” Daddy muttered, his fingers brushing against your pussy, and you shivered, your knees buckling.

Mommy held you up, her arms tight around your waist, as Daddy’s fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Your breath hitched, and your head fell back against Mommy’s shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his voice rough. “Let us hear you.”

You couldn’t stop the sounds that poured out of you, little whimpers and gasps as Daddy’s fingers worked you, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. Your hips twitched, trying to chase the feeling, but Mommy held you firmly in place.

“She’s ready,” Daddy said, his voice barely above a whisper, and you heard the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants.

Your heart raced, your stomach twisting with anticipation and fear as Daddy stood, his hard cock brushing against your thigh.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I—I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Mommy’s arms tightened around you, her lips brushing against your ear. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as Daddy lined himself up with your pussy, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Shh,” Mommy soothed, her hand stroking your hair as Daddy pushed in slowly, the stretch burning, aching, and you cried out, your nails digging into Mommy’s arms.

“It hurts,” you sobbed, your body trembling as Daddy’s cock sank deeper, filling you in a way that felt wrong, too much, but Mommy held you, her lips against your temple.

“I know, baby,” she whispered. “But it’s going to feel good soon, I promise.”

Her hand slid down your body, her fingers finding your nipple, and you gasped, the pain mingling with something else, something warm and electric that made your hips twitch.

Daddy groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to move, his cock sliding in and out of you in slow, deliberate thrusts. The pain was still there, sharp and aching, but it was fading, replaced by a growing heat that made your breath quicken.

“That’s it,” Mommy murmured, her fingers rolling your nipple, her other hand stroking your stomach. “You’re doing so well.”

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as Daddy’s thrusts picked up speed, his cock hitting a spot inside you that made your toes curl. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming, and you could feel something building, something intense and terrifying and beautiful.

“Oh god,” Daddy growled, his hands tightening on your hips as he fucked you harder, the bed shaking beneath you.

Mommy’s lips brushed against your ear, her voice soft but firm. “You asked how babies are made, sweetheart.”

Your mind was foggy, your thoughts scattered, but you nodded weakly, your body writhing between them.

“Daddy’s showing you how babies are made,” Mommy continued, her voice dripping with a strange kind of pride. “How we made you.”

Daddy’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with his warmth. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing as your own orgasm ripped through you, waves of pleasure crashing over you until you were limp, your head resting against Mommy’s shoulder.

“Hopefully her body accepts your seed,” Mommy said, her voice distant as Daddy slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. “And soon, I’ll have a grandchild.”

Daddy chuckled, his hands stroking your thighs as Mommy reached for a pillow, propping it under your hips to keep Daddy’s cum inside you.

“Let’s hope so,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. “But if not, I’ll just have to fuck her every day until she’s pregnant.”

Mommy smiled, her lips brushing against your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion pulling me under. “Sounds like a plan.”