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Daddy, fucked on camera (Dripping for clients)
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2026-03-19 16:55:24
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CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
I climbed out of the black stone tub, my skin humming from the heat and the rough touch of the Shaman. My legs felt like jelly. I was dripping, shivering, and completely exposed, but I didn't care. The shame I had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a dark, heavy weight in my stomach."Follow me," he commanded.He turned and walked toward a part of the wall that looked like solid rock. But as he approached, the shadows seemed to part. I followed him through a narrow opening. I couldn't believe it. From the outside, this place looked like a tiny, old hut. But inside, it felt like a labyrinth—a magical, endless maze of stone and secrets.We entered a chamber that glowed with a deep, pulsing red. Hundreds of red candles were burning, their flames licking the air like hungry tongues. In the center of the room was a massive bed covered in thick, dark furs."Get on the bed, Jenna," he rumbled.I obeyed instantly. I crawled onto the soft furs, the scent of musk and ancient wood filling my nos
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
The warm, heavy spray of the water was the only thing I could feel besides the Shaman’s rough hands. I was pinned against the smooth stone of the tub, my legs spread wide, and the world was nothing but steam and his voice.He didn't just touch me; he scoured me. His large, calloused hand moved between my thighs, rubbing the thick, herbal soap into my most sensitive skin. It wasn't gentle. It was a rhythmic, aggressive scrubbing that felt like he was trying to peel away my very soul."I am washing away the touch of the unworthy," the Shaman rumbled, his voice vibrating through my back. "Every trace of the boys who laid hands on you. Every drop of their filth that you let stay in your skin. The spirits demand a clean vessel, Jenna. Do you feel the rot leaving you?""Ahhh! Yes! Master! Please!" I cried out, my fingers clawing at the wet stone.His thumb found my clit, circling it with a punishing pressure that made my knees buckle. He was rubbing it vigorously, the friction of the soap a
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
I stood at the edge of the massive black basin, my legs shaking so hard weak and unsteady that I thought I would collapse. The stone looked like it had been pulled from the deepest part of the earth, ancient and forbidding. I stepped over the edge, expecting to feel the heat of water, or chill one, something soothing. but as I entered, my feet hit dry, cold rock, solid and unforgiving. The tub was deep, deeper than I expected. It was empty. There was no water at all, just the dark, carved symbols glowing at the bottom, faintly pulsing. I looked up to ask him what to do next but as I looked, my breath caught in my throat, sharp and sudden. He was already there. I mean like… One second I was alone in the basin, and the next, the Shaman was standing right beside me inside the stone walls, silent and imposing!!! He was holding a thick, dark bar of soap that smelled like crushed flowers and old earth, heavy and fragrant. "Kneel, Jenna," he rumbled, low and commanding. I did, instant
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦💦
The Shaman’s voice came out of the dark like a heavy stone falling into deep water. "Stand up, Jenna," he commanded. "And strip. Every piece of cloth. Every shred of the girl you used to be." My hands shook. I reached for the hem of my sundress. I pulled it over my head and let it fall. It hit the floor with a soft thud. I stood there, shivering, my skin prickling in the cool air. I felt small. I felt naked. Because I was. But also, I felt like a secret that had finally been found out. Suddenly, the candles flickered. One by one, the flames jumped back to life. Snap. Snap. Snap. The orange light danced on the stone walls. My eyes stung. I blinked, trying to adjust to the brightness. "Come here, child," the voice said. I spun around. He wasn't in front of me anymore. He was far behind me, near the back of the circular room. I gasped. I hadn't heard him move. There were no footsteps. No rustle of fabric. He was just there. Holy fuck. My breath left me in a sharp wheeze as I looke
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
The darkness in the temple was thick like velvet, heavy and suffocating around me. I couldn’t see my own hands, but I could feel everything. My voice sounded small in the big, empty room as I kept talking, echoing softly off the unseen walls. I was telling the Shaman everything. Every touch. Every dirty detail. "He... he moved his hands down," I whispered, my words trembling in the silence. "He gripped my waist so hard it left marks. Then he pushed me back onto the bed. I was already shaking. I was already waiting for him to fuck me." "And your breasts, Jenna?" the Shaman’s voice rumbled, deep and unsettling. He sounded like he was everywhere at once. "You said he took them into his mouth. Tell the spirits more. Did he bite? Did he use his tongue?" I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. First of all, I couldn't believe I was having this conversation not with a therapist but with a fucking shaman. But I still continued, almost helplessly. Because just talking about this, I could
CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP Shaman's Cleansing Ritual 💦💦
The heavy wooden door had thudded shut behind me, and now the sound of the iron bolt sliding into place felt like a death sentence. I was trapped. The air inside that place was thick and hot, smelling of dried blood, burnt sage, and something sweet and rotting. It made me shiver.A few small candles flickered on the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The light seemed weak against the darkness.I couldn't see him. The room was a circle of darkness, and the silence was so heavy it made my ears ring. But I felt eyes on me. It was like they could see right into my soul."Jenna," a voice rumbled. It didn't come from any specific direction. It seemed to come from the floor, the walls, the very air I was breathing. It was deep. "You have finally arrived, child. You smell of sweat, of rebellion... and you smell of sin." The words made my stomach twist.I tried to keep my voice steady. I was nineteen. I was supposed to be brave. "I’m only here because my mother force
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