Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
I tried to beg through the gag, tried to tell him I’d do anything, be anything, just please stop, please—
But only garbled sounds came out.
He pushed deeper and the pain intensified. It burned. It stretched. It was too much.
My body tried to clench, to fight, but that only made it worse.
“Breathe through it. Let me in.”
I couldn’t. I was sobbing brokenly, my whole body convulsing with the force of my cries. Snot ran from my nose. Drool leaked around the gag. I’d never felt more humiliated, more degraded, more broken.
The plug pushed deeper still.