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I was scared and so I obeyed… “Daddy… it’s wrong for me to expose myself to you! Daddy… I’m a big girl now!... and Daddy… I’m so ashamed… how did you find my vibrator? I kept it so well hidden!!” “Daddy knows everything. Daddy is powerful and controls your ass.” My pussy was a beautiful pink, and it was glistening in the sunlight with the constant goo oozing out of my slut hole. “As punishment… Daddy’s going to make this baby slut come again and again.” Daddy pressed the vibrator to my glistening clit… Brrr…. The vibrator hums. “Ah… Daddy… Ah!!” The strong vibrations made my back arch and, along with the crazy excitement and forbidden thrill of all this, my legs clamped shut as I could not w

I almost swiped my tongue over my screen because I'm such a fucking whore for a man. “Baby…” He moaned as he stroked further, my eyes locked on my screen for dear life as my fingers hovered around my aching, swollen clit. “Yes Daddy?” I batted my lashes at him. No matter how many times we fuck, I could never get tired. “Say my name. Moan my name.” “Daneee….” I moaned, because I really wanted to, because I touched my clit and a sensation hit me, as though he was the one touching it.

Luxuria daddy kissed back up to my lips and took my lips into his. I kissed him back, my hand in his hair while my other hand was behind me, on Daddy Grayson's bulge. "Right... Hmm..." He moaned into my ears before licking the back of my ears making me moan into my kiss with Daddy Luxuria. "We saw how much of a bad girl you were. What did I tell you about touching yourself without your daddies permission? Yet, you went ahead, touching yourself, rubbing that clit and fucking that pussy with your fingers and going as far as cumming without permission. Yeah, we saw you being a very bad girl and tonight, you are going to be punished..."

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

His hands flew to my hips, gripping tight enough to bruise. I rode him without mercy, short, grinding rolls that kept him deep, then longer strokes that dragged every inch. The wet sounds filled the office. My hands braced on his shoulders. His warning about the condom dissolved under the sensation; I felt the exact moment his control fractured, the way his head dropped forward and a low groan tore out of him. “Fuck…Mara…”

“I belong to you, Daddy.” He rewarded her with faster strokes, three fingers now, filling her perfectly. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the office. Sophie’s toes curled, her whole body tightening. “And who gets to touch this pretty pussy?” “Only you—oh god, only Daddy!” His fingers curled again, hitting that spot relentlessly while his thumb pressed firmer on her clit. She was so close, right there— He stopped. Pulled out completely. Sophie sobbed in protest, hips grinding uselessly against his thigh.

He trailed a thick finger down my crack and then ran it over my puckered asshole. I was so wet. This forbidden act turned me on more than anything else. With his other hand, he finally touched my soaked, aching pussy. I groaned and popped my ass up more, shaking the mounds until they jiggled for his viewing pleasure. “Get in deeper, Daddy.”

I was kind of afraid of water since my childhood. Why didn't you just let me die, Asshole since you hate me so much? Aunty was a soft-hearted woman. She might have seen through my emotions and comforted me while rubbing my arms together, " Don't take his actions to your heart, dear. Madam's sudden departure has caused a great impact on him." I hummed softly and strode inside with her along with my heavily soaked body. I was looking miserable. ***************** Dylan was busy contacting the ministers of D Nation during the day. I had nothing else to do except stay in my room and play with my mobile phone.

“That’s right. You were thinking about me. Say it again.” “I was thinking about you,” I breathe, my voice shaking. “Louder.” “I was thinking about you.” Her eyes soften just enough to sting. “Now beg me properly, pretty face. Call me Daddy. Say it like you mean it, like you’re already mine.” Daddy? “I…” My voice shakes. “I want you to touch me. Daddy.” There. It’s out. The filthiest, most forbidden thing I’ve ever said in my life. My whole body floods with fire and terror at once.

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.