“Don’t ask *who* she is, Daddy, that’s not the question. Just tell me if you want to fuck her.”
Well now, this caption.
sexy commentary
Keep him hard, but don’t let him cum.
Yes Daddy.
Ride your dildo, but don’t you get off without permission either, understood?
Yes Daddy.
I’ll be back in an hour, and both of you had better be busy, frustrated, and dripping. If you’re a good girl then we’ll lock your pet up in his chastity device and put the strap on attachment on him, would you like that?
Yes Daddy.
Good, now tease him, train your pet like i’ve trained you, and you can earn your orgasm for later today.
The notion of him not being allowed to fuck her with his own cock does stuff to me.
“Good morning Baby Girl."
"Good morning Daddy."
"Daddy, you’re touchin’ my tummy!"
"Yes Baby Girl."
"Ah! Daddy. That was not an appropriate place to touch.”
"Daddy touched that while you were sleeping Baby Girl. Daddy touched everything while you were sleeping. Outside and inside."
“Daddy!”
“You liked it, Baby Girl.”
We will absolutely hurt you. We will make tears run down your pretty cheeks and stain the bedsheets with your mascara. We will lick, nibble, and hurt those pink little nipples until they’ll be sore all week. We will fuck you now while you’re fresh, then invite some neighbors over for fun.
Come in sweety, we won’t hurt you and there is plenty of room for you in between us
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She’ll blush a telling shade of red
when he answers their question
about what he would say is
the sexiest part of her body.
The bottoms of her feet,
and the top of her head.
Practice.
“Good kitty, work that tongue” may just be one of the blushiest combination of tags I’ve seen in a while.
I think phrase “sick, wet dread” deserves its own Pulitzer. And I’d be more than willing to give dacrylagnia whatever prize she wanted.
knife (by postbear)
He runs his hand along the blade, thoughtfully, considering the many delicious things he might do with it.
From her position on the floor she has to twist her head to see his pensive expression. She wishes she hadn’t. The look on his face fills her with sick wet dread.
What was it about silence speaking louder than words? Can we apply that to muffled cries underneath a hand? Either way, the commentary here speaks volumes.
“Mmm hmmm mmnf mumf gumf.”
As loud as you want sweetheart.
Reason #4056 why I’m running away to join the circus.
“What’s your name dear?”
“Verity, Sir.”
“Lovely. And can we have another volunteer from the audience to come into the ring and fuck the lovely Verity?”
“You know why sluts fight?"
My ex-girlfriend used to ask this all the time, usually with a fistful of my hair in her hand or my arm twisted back uncomfortably behind me. She would tug back harder, smile this disgustingly sweet grin, and answer.
"Sluts fight to lose."
Stop fighting. You know I’m going to win.