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I've been so horny lately

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reblog if u like titties

I want to be slapped with a cock so bad rn

that's so sweet

dad teaching me to count by how many fingers he can put in my bunny cunt

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love it

18+ NSFW

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Mommy hated when my brother and I would fight, so she had to get a little creative.

Whenever my brother and I would start to argue or yell at each other. Mommy would come over and pull my top up, exposing my tits.

Which would shut my brother up real fast.

However, before I could start to argue with Mommy, she would already be rubbing her hands all over my chest and pinching my nipples.

And only a moan would escape my lips.

After a couple of moments when she knew that I was soaking and my brother had a ranging hard on, she would leave.

Mommy doesn't reward children who misbehave, and if we want to feel that sweet relief, then we have to get along and work together.

As Mommy would much rather have her kids yell out in pleasure than anger.

Who wants to 🥰🥰

it can go in too. JUST SAYIN-

and when I passed out he'd abuse me so hard

Relapsed, wish big brother watched me cut myself and then when I couldn’t anymore, he’d take my blade and continue for me </3

I miss icky people in my dms

lol read it with my teddy in my arms

Ok, so your repost with the teddy got an idea in my head and I can’t stop thinking about it. Dad catches daughter humping her teddy at night. He makes her lay back and takes the teddy. He moves the teddy against her until she comes. Then he humps the soaked teddy first and then her when he gets too desperate. You can also change it, if you want to.

She shifted under the covers, the fabric of her nightgown tangled around her thighs. Her breath hitched, quiet but sharp, as she pressed the teddy bear between her legs, the plush fur rubbing against her in just the right way. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlight outside her window, casting long shadows across the walls. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate movements, the mattress creaking ever so slightly beneath her. She bit her lip, stifling the soft moan threatening to escape. So close, so close…

The doorknob turned.

Her body froze, her heart hammering in her chest. The door creaked open, and the silhouette of her father filled the doorway. She yanked the teddy bear up to her chest, clutching it like a shield, her face burning with mortification.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt heavy, charged with something she couldn’t name. Then he stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.

“What… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl.

She couldn’t meet his eyes. “N-nothing,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his tone sharper now. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, standing at the edge of her bed. “Give it to me.”

Her fingers tightened around the teddy bear, her knuckles turning white. “I… I wasn’t—”

“Now.”

The command brooked no argument. Reluctantly, she handed it over, her arm trembling. He took it, his gaze never leaving her face, and for a moment, he just stood there, holding the toy like he was weighing it. Then he glanced down at her, his eyes dark, unreadable.

“Lie back.”

Her breath caught. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice was steady, firm, but there was something else in it—something that made her stomach twist in a way she couldn’t quite understand. “Lie back.”

She hesitated, her mind racing, but there was something in his tone that made her obey. Slowly, she sank back against the pillows, her nightgown riding up her thighs. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure he could hear it.

He stepped closer, the teddy bear still in his hand. “Spread your legs.”

Her eyes widened. “Dad, I—”

“Do it.”

The command left no room for argument. Swallowing hard, she did as she was told, her legs parting slowly, her cheeks burning. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was a strange thrill running through her, something she couldn’t quite put into words.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. She could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at her. Then, without a word, he pressed the teddy bear between her legs, the plush fur brushing against her most sensitive spot.

She gasped, her hips jerking instinctively. Oh god…

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.

She tried to obey, but it was hard— so hard— to stay still as he moved the teddy bear against her, the pressure just right, the friction maddening. Her hands gripped the sheets, her breath coming in shallow pants.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure.

Reluctantly, she met his gaze, her eyes wide, her lips parted. He was watching her intently, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something dark, almost predatory.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his tone almost taunting.

She nodded, unable to speak, unable to think.

“Good,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Let me hear you.”

Her breath hitched as he increased the pressure, the plush fur rubbing against her in just the right way. A moan escaped her lips, soft and involuntary, and he smirked, clearly pleased.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Let it out.”

Her back arched as the pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over her. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against the teddy bear, seeking more friction, more everything. She was close—so close—and he knew it, his movements becoming more deliberate, more intense.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

It was all the permission she needed. Her body tensed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the pleasure exploded through her, intense and overwhelming. She shook, her hands clutching the sheets, her vision whiting out for a moment as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

When she finally came down, her breath was ragged, her body trembling. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He was still holding the teddy bear, his gaze fixed on her. Then, slowly, deliberately, he brought the toy to his face, inhaling deeply. His eyes closed, a low growl escaping his throat.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He looked at her, his eyes dark, hungry. “Do you know what that does to me?”

She shook her head, unable to speak, unable to think.

“It makes me want to taste you,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “To feel you. To take you.”

Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the want in his eyes, the need, and it should have terrified her—but it didn’t. Instead, it excited her, sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

He moved then, shifting down the bed until he was between her legs. He pressed the teddy bear against her again, the plush fur soaked with her arousal, and she gasped, her hips jerking instinctively.

He moved the teddy bear from her slick folds, his fingers lingering for a moment, savoring the wetness that clung to the plush fur. His dark eyes locked onto hers, unrelenting, as he brought the soaked toy to her lips. She hesitated, her breath catching, but he didn’t wait for her compliance. He pressed it against her mouth, and her lips parted instinctively, the damp fur brushing her tongue.

“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly, a sound that sent shivers coursing down her spine. His free hand moved to his belt, fingers fumbling slightly as he undid the buckle, the sound of leather sliding through the loops sharp in the quiet room. His pants fell open, and his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum.

She watched, wide-eyed, as he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly, his gaze never leaving her face. The air between them crackled with tension, heavy and electric, as he stepped closer. His cock brushed against her thigh, hot and insistent, and she flinched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

“Keep sucking,” he growled, his fingers tightening on the teddy bear, pressing it deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, her tongue moving tentatively, the taste of her own arousal flooding her senses. It was strange, intoxicating, and she felt a wave of heat rush through her, pooling low in her belly.

His other hand moved back to her, the teddy bear now wet from her mouth, and he pressed it against her again, the soft fur teasing her sensitive flesh. She gasped, the sound muffled by the toy in her mouth, her hips arching instinctively toward him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Let me feel you.”

His hand moved the teddy bear in slow, deliberate circles, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her. She could feel herself tightening, the pressure building, her breath coming in shallow gasps. His cock pressed harder against her thigh, the heat of it searing her skin, and she could hear the slick sound of his hand moving over himself, the rhythm matching the motion of the toy against her.

“When you come,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “I want to hear you. I want to feel it.”

She whimpered around the teddy bear, her body trembling as the sensations overwhelmed her. His hands were relentless, one pressing the toy against her, the other stroking himself, his eyes burning into hers with a hunger that was almost too much to bear.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice sharp, commanding.

And she did.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her moans were muffled by the teddy bear, but he could feel it, the way her muscles clenched, the way her body shook with the intensity of her release. He watched her, his hand still moving over himself, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with approval. He pulled the teddy bear from her mouth, her lips slick with saliva, and brought it to his own, licking it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw, primal need that he could no longer suppress.

He stepped even closer, his cock pressing against her hip now, the heat of it almost unbearable. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, but she could feel the tension in him, the way he was holding himself back, barely.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low growl.

He tossed the teddy bear aside, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them wider. She could feel his cock brushing against her, the tip pressing against her entrance, and she gasped, her body clenching in anticipation.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as if looking for permission, but she knew he wouldn’t wait for it. He was beyond that now, lost in his own desire, his own need.

“Daddy—” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” he soothed, his hands tightening on her thighs. “Just let me take care of you.”

And then he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, and she cried out, the sound sharp and unrestrained. He groaned, his head falling back as he felt her warmth, her tightness, and for a moment, he was still, savoring the sensation.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rough.

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, the motion making her gasp, her nails digging into the sheets. He set a steady rhythm, his hips moving against hers, each thrust deeper, harder, until she was whimpering with every movement.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her tightly. “Take it, baby.”

She could feel the pleasure building again, her body responding to him instinctively, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. He was relentless, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside her with every movement, and she could feel herself on the edge again, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Daddy, I—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp thrust, his hand moving to her mouth, pressing down hard.

“Quiet,” he ordered, his voice harsh. “You don’t need to talk. Just feel.”

She nodded, her body trembling as the pleasure built, his cock filling her, his hand silencing her moans. He was everywhere, his scent, his touch, his voice, overwhelming her senses, and she could feel herself spiraling toward another orgasm.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

And she did, her body convulsing around him, her scream muffled by his hand. He kept thrusting, his rhythm unrelenting, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside her, his body shaking with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. She could feel his weight pressing her into the mattress, his warmth surrounding her, and for a moment, they were silent, the only sound their heavy breathing.

But it didn’t last long. He pulled out of her slowly, his cock still hard, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, the need that hadn’t been satisfied. He moved back to the teddy bear, his fingers gripping it tightly, and she knew this was far from over.

“Daddy—” she started, but he silenced her with a look, his eyes dark and unyielding.

“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice low and rough. “And I’m not done with you yet."

Tip me

oh to be grope

oh to being abused

”my daughter is fine”

your daughter dreams of a middle-aged woman taking advantage of her and using her whatever way she wants to and then praising her for being a good girl

I love tits

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Little sis yapping and rambling about anything and everything while she's sitting in my lap and kicking her feet as I hug her because I know she's trying to distract me and cheer me up. The conversation casually continues even as I slip my hands under her skirt and into her panties. She just giggles and bites her lips between random discussions of her interests. Until my fingers make her cum and all she can manage from her mouth after is begging for me to fuck her lil pussy, and praising me when I do as rough as I can, thanking me repeatedly and saying I'm the best big brother ever. Silly girl. Her plan works. I forget why I was sad in in the first place. Why would I ever be sad? This sweet pretty and caring girl cares for me. So much so she lets me do things to others would say is wrong. Hell, she doesn't just let me. She encourages it. She's just as horny for sibcest as her big brother. Please, give me nothing but a life where a girly sis cures my sadness with her energetic personality and bombass big brother cock loving pussy.

girls kissing with tongue and lots of saliva are so hot

cummed so hard

She was supposed to be at school. That’s what he thought as he unlocked the front door but the house wasn’t silent. From upstairs, he could hear it—soft, muffled gasps, the creak of a bed frame, and a rhythm that made his pulse quicken. He stood frozen in the doorway, the key still in the lock, his mind racing. That can’t be what I think it is.

But it was. The sounds were unmistakable. She’s here. His daughter. She’s— He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He should have turned around. He should have left, pretended he hadn’t heard anything. But his feet moved on their own, carrying him up the stairs, step by step, each creak of the wood beneath his shoes making his heart pound harder.

The door to her room was slightly ajar, and the sounds were clearer now—little whimpers, the slick sound of her fingers moving between her legs, the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He could see her through the crack in the door, lying on her bed, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other buried between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

He should have stopped. He should have walked away. But he didn’t. He pushed the door open, just enough to step inside, and said, “Keep going.”

Her eyes flew open, her body freezing in an instant. She stared at him, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “Dad?!” she gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to sit up, to cover herself, but he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers.

“I said, keep going,” he repeated, his voice low, firm. He could see the confusion, the fear, the flicker of something else in her eyes. She hesitated, her hand still pressed between her legs, her body trembling. “Don’t stop,” he said, softer this time. “Let me see you.”

She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, her wide eyes fixed on him. He could see the war in her mind, the way her body was torn between pulling away and giving in. Slowly, nervously, her fingers began to move again, her eyes never leaving his. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet there was a defiance in her gaze, a willingness to let him see her like this.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body—the way her legs were spread, the way her fingers worked her pussy, the way her breath hitched with each touch. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her body so sensitive, so alive. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers, the way her hips moved with each stroke, the way her body was begging for release.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh, and she flinched, her breath catching. “Relax,” he said, his touch gentle, reassuring. “Just let me watch.”

Her fingers slowed, her body tense, her eyes wide and uncertain. But when he didn’t stop, when he kept staring at her, kept touching her, she began to move again, her fingers sliding through her wetness, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He watched her, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was trembling with every touch. His fingers moved higher, brushing against her hand, against the slickness between her legs. She gasped, her hips lifting, her body arching into his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes pleading. But he didn’t stop. His fingers joined hers, sliding through her wetness, exploring her, teasing her. She was so soft, so warm, so ready. He could feel her trembling, her body so close to the edge.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel it.”

His fingers pushed into her, slowly, gently, and she gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching the sheets. He could feel how tight she was, how untouched, and the thought of it made his cock harden, his desire burning hotter. He moved his fingers inside her, her wetness coating them, her body clenching around him.

“Oh god…” she moaned, her hips moving with his hand, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Let go.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his fingers still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, her wetness coating them, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her. She watched him, her eyes wide, her body still trembling. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she gasped, her body stiffening. But when he didn’t pull away, when his lips pressed against hers, she softened, her lips parting, her body melting into his.

His hand moved to his belt, unfastening it, pulling his cock free. He was so hard, so ready, and when he pressed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, she gasped, her body tensing.

“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she reached up, her hands resting on his chest, her body trembling with anticipation.

He pushed into her slowly, carefully, the tightness of her pussy making him groan. She gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. She was so tight, so warm, so perfect. He moved deeper, her wetness coating him, her body stretching to take him in.

“Relax, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Just breathe.”

She nodded, her breath shaky, her body trembling. He moved slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust, to feel him inside her. She was so small, so fragile, and the thought of taking her virginity made his cock twitch, his desire burning hotter.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She gasped with each thrust, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body trembling with each thrust.

“Oh god daddy…” she moaned, her hips moving with his, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his cock.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Such a pretty baby.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He moved inside her again, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock twitching inside her. He thrust deeper, harder, his body pressing against hers, his lips brushing against her neck.

“Oh god…” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his orgasm washing over him. He came hard, his cum filling her pussy, his body trembling with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until his body went limp, his breath slowing, his eyes fluttering closed.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breath slowing, their hearts racing. He pulled out slowly, her wetness coating him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms. She lay against him, her body trembling, her breath shaky.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with fear and desire.

He held her, his hand stroking her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. Daddy's here.”

Can i be ur kitten? 💗🐾

once again, a night of horny loneliness

"You're so much tighter than my girlfriend," my brother whispers as he pins me to my bed <3

love it so much omg

“You can do this, honey.” Daddy’s voice was low, gravelly, and so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath against my skin. His large hands pinned my wrists behind my back, holding me firmly in place on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and my entire body was trembling. Why was I trembling?

“You need to help your brother,” he continued, his tone soft but insistent. “How else is he supposed to learn how to please a woman? How else is he going to find a nice lady to date, huh?”

I could feel my brother’s eyes on me, heavy and intent, from where he stood in front of me. His shirt was off, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, and his jeans were already undone, hanging low on his hips. His cock was hard, fully exposed, and big. My stomach twisted in knots as he stepped closer, his gaze flickering down to where my legs were spread—open and bare, just like Daddy had told me to be.

“You’re gonna be good for him, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy’s voice was almost a purr now, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. God, why did that make me shiver?

I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to speak. My brother’s hand brushed against my thigh, and I flinched, the touch sending a jolt through me. He hesitated, his eyes searching mine for… something. Reassurance? Permission? I wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay,” Daddy murmured, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to remind me he was there. “She’s ready, son. She wants to help you. Don’t you, baby?”

I nodded again, my voice still trapped somewhere deep inside me. My brother’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the wetness between my legs, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. His touch was tentative, almost cautious, but it still sent a wave of heat through me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Good girl,” Daddy whispered, his voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. Pride? Satisfaction? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way my brother’s fingers were moving now, circling my clit with a rhythm that made my breath hitch.

“You’re so wet,” my brother murmured, his voice almost reverent. “Is this… is this because of me?”

I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, because Daddy’s lips were on my neck now, his beard scratching against my skin in a way that made me shudder. His hands released my wrists, sliding around to cup my breasts instead, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“She’s always been a good girl,” Daddy said, his voice rough. “Always so eager to help. Aren’t you, honey?”

I nodded again, my body trembling as my brother’s fingers dipped inside me, stretching me open in a way that made my toes curl. God, why did it feel so good?

“Take her,” Daddy urged, his hands moving to grip my hips, holding me steady. “Show her how much you appreciate her.”

My brother’s eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, I thought he might stop. But then he was moving, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance, and I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for the inevitable.

“Relax,” Daddy whispered, his hands massaging my hips in slow, soothing circles. “It’s gonna feel good, baby. You’re gonna love it.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but the words never made it past my lips. My brother’s cock pressed against me, the tip sinking in slowly, and I gasped, my back arching as he filled me inch by inch.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my shoulders, holding me steady. “Take it all, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that I couldn’t quite untangle. My brother’s cock was thick, stretching me in ways I hadn’t been stretched before, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips.

“You feel amazing,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed deeper. “So tight… so fucking wet.”

“She’s all yours,” Daddy said, his voice thick with something I didn’t want to name. “Take her. Make her yours.”

My brother’s hips snapped forward, and I cried out, my body jerking as he buried himself fully inside me. The pain was sharp, almost blinding, but it was quickly overtaken by the relentless waves of pleasure that followed.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

My brother started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but growing harder and faster with each passing second. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the soft moans and gasps that I couldn’t seem to hold back.

“You’re doing so good,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my ear again. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that this wasn’t right, but the words never came. All I could do was hold on, my nails digging into the mattress as my brother’s pace quickened, his cock hitting that spot inside me with every thrust.

“You’re gonna make me come,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”

“Do it,” Daddy urged, his voice low and commanding. “Fill her up, son. Show her what it means to be a real woman.”

My brother’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing inside me as he reached his climax. I felt it the moment he came, the warm flood of his release filling me in a way that made my head spin.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his hands smoothing over my body in a way that felt almost… reassuring. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good.”

My brother pulled out slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and sticky against my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“You’re such a good sister,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my temple. “Always so willing to help. Always so perfect.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was lie there, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all, as Daddy’s hands continued to move over me, soothing and possessive all at once.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “Both of you. Mine.”

Do it

its pathetic how wet i get from strangers telling me how they would rape my little cunt

I remember, when I as a kid, I was like 10 yrs or something, I watched a "porn" of a teacher kissing and gropping her student, like, in her own bed, convincing her of doing it. what chatch my attention was the fact that the girl was a very young looking face. it was a youtube video, so I couldn't watch more, but it gets me horny when think about it now

it's getting so boring, need someone to entertain me properly

daddy that plays movies for me, but it's just a bunch of porn tapes with girls dressed like princesses being raped

I know it's getting bad again when I'm talking to random guys on the internet once again...