Daddy had caught her touching herself in the shower this morning, so he had to punish her. He tied her up against the stair railing, a vibrator on the highest setting pressed mercilessly against her already tender clit, and forced her to finish what she had started. At first it was glorious. She grinded up against the vibrator head, moaning and squirming with delight. Her Daddy stood over her with his arms crossed, supervising her punishment. She looked up at him with wide eyes as orgasms washed over her body, sending her into extreme pleasure.
She knew the ecstasy wouldn’t last. After the sixth or seventh orgasm, it began to be too much. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, her hips grinding against the sensation whether she liked it or not. She screamed with forced pleasure again and again until she could barely breathe. Daddy loved to give her a taste of her own whorish medicine, forcing her to enduring hours of clit-torturing punishment. By the end she was begging and pleading for it to stop, for her pussy to be shown some mercy.
Daddy leaned down and pet her sweating, exhausted body with a soft smile.
“Only three more hours to go, baby.“
This. Is. So. Hot.
Oh. Wow. 😳 that’s incredible
