And When I Passed Out He'd Abuse Me So Hard

If you age regress to like 2 or younger I'm allowed to jack off in front of you cause you have no idea what I'm doing and you won't remember anyways. Suck on your pacifier and stare at your dad's dick with those big round doe eyes babygirl I'm so close

you’re so much prettier than my gf

I know, right?! n you haven't even seen me;)<3

I'm also wetter than her ⚇

Hey, guys. ☹︎ Ik I been a little off lately, it's just that I have tones of assignments to do @ the u. But I pinkie promise I'll be back very soon to have fun n be ur cute little toy again! In the mean time, I've been thinking bout selling some feet pics. Tell me, would you like that?

I love y'all very, very much, thx for ur attention n love ♡*＾˘＾*♡

—xoxo, Belle.

yes!!! please!!!!!

the feminine urge to be the side slut of a married man.

to feel the thrill of knowing it's wrong, the pleasure of feeling the wedding ring on his finger in my mouth after he finger fucked me.

I want him to tell me how much he loves his wife while he fucks me from behind, to know that when he looks at me the only thing that will always be in his gaze is lust.

I need him to lose his mind if I start dating another guy so he has to remind me that I am his by cumming inside of me.

I want to send him pictures while he's at home with her, just for him to make a bad excuse to come find me so he can rip my underwear and drag me to the bed and fuck me without any mercy while he uses me for his own pleasure.

maybe being passed around between several men would heal me

Of course daddy couldn’t leave his little baby girl all alone at home while he’s out drinking with his friends.

So he had to take her with him.

Making her sit on his lap the whole evening while he drank his beer, smoking some cigars with his loud, gross friends.

Daddy would keep his arm tightly wrapped around her middle, keeping her close against his chest and belly.

Making her drink some beers too, knowing damn well that she normally isn’t drinking. Of course she would get tipsy soon.

Daddy’s hand would wander down her body, gently laying on her thigh, just close enough for his thumb to brush over her clothed core with each stroke.

Of course she would squirm, squeezing her thighs together because it began to tingle down there.

Soon she was so out of it that Daddy was able to palm her sex through her shorts, lightly rubbing his hand over it.

She was a blushing mess, sighing with each stroke daddy’s hand made. She knows that his nasty friends were watching, but the alcohol - well, she won’t remember the next day anyway.

Daddy slowly began to undo her shorts when he was too drunk to protest, lifting her up just slightly so he can slip her shorts down her legs, leaving her in just her beautiful lace panties.

Daddy’s friends were all leaned back in their seats, enjoying how daddy was playing with her while they stroked themselves over their pants.

Slowly pulling her panties aside, revealing her slick, glistening pussy to his friends.

Daddy groaned when he slipped a finger inside, a second finger following soon, drawing some delicious moans out of her.

Daddy’s cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, twitching with each thrust his fingers made.

He gently lifted his little girl up, laying her down onto the table.

Freeing his cock and giving himself a few lazy strokes before he slid the bulbous head of his cock over her slick folds before slowly pushing inside her.

She would have protested. But no- all that came out of her mouth were those little, sweet moans.

His friends now shamelessly stoking their freed cocks, groaning and grunting while daddy was pounding into her tight little pussy.

Daddy rubbed her clit, causing her walls to tighten around him, forcing her to cum all around him.

“That’s right.. cum for daddy..” he grunted while he pounded into her with more force, chasing his own orgasm, which didn’t take long.

He filled her sweet little cunt with his seed, panting heavily.

Slowly he pulled out of her, making their mixed juices drip out of her sweet little pussy.

Daddy glanced at his friends with a twisted smirk on his face.

“Who’s next?” He chuckled darkly, sitting down and watching the show, palming himself lazily while his little girl got used by all of his friends.

i can’t stop thinking about my holes getting stretched out 😭

cummed so hard

She was supposed to be at school. That’s what he thought as he unlocked the front door but the house wasn’t silent. From upstairs, he could hear it—soft, muffled gasps, the creak of a bed frame, and a rhythm that made his pulse quicken. He stood frozen in the doorway, the key still in the lock, his mind racing. That can’t be what I think it is.

But it was. The sounds were unmistakable. She’s here. His daughter. She’s— He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He should have turned around. He should have left, pretended he hadn’t heard anything. But his feet moved on their own, carrying him up the stairs, step by step, each creak of the wood beneath his shoes making his heart pound harder.

The door to her room was slightly ajar, and the sounds were clearer now—little whimpers, the slick sound of her fingers moving between her legs, the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He could see her through the crack in the door, lying on her bed, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other buried between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

He should have stopped. He should have walked away. But he didn’t. He pushed the door open, just enough to step inside, and said, “Keep going.”

Her eyes flew open, her body freezing in an instant. She stared at him, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “Dad?!” she gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to sit up, to cover herself, but he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers.

“I said, keep going,” he repeated, his voice low, firm. He could see the confusion, the fear, the flicker of something else in her eyes. She hesitated, her hand still pressed between her legs, her body trembling. “Don’t stop,” he said, softer this time. “Let me see you.”

She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, her wide eyes fixed on him. He could see the war in her mind, the way her body was torn between pulling away and giving in. Slowly, nervously, her fingers began to move again, her eyes never leaving his. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet there was a defiance in her gaze, a willingness to let him see her like this.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body—the way her legs were spread, the way her fingers worked her pussy, the way her breath hitched with each touch. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her body so sensitive, so alive. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers, the way her hips moved with each stroke, the way her body was begging for release.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh, and she flinched, her breath catching. “Relax,” he said, his touch gentle, reassuring. “Just let me watch.”

Her fingers slowed, her body tense, her eyes wide and uncertain. But when he didn’t stop, when he kept staring at her, kept touching her, she began to move again, her fingers sliding through her wetness, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He watched her, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was trembling with every touch. His fingers moved higher, brushing against her hand, against the slickness between her legs. She gasped, her hips lifting, her body arching into his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes pleading. But he didn’t stop. His fingers joined hers, sliding through her wetness, exploring her, teasing her. She was so soft, so warm, so ready. He could feel her trembling, her body so close to the edge.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel it.”

His fingers pushed into her, slowly, gently, and she gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching the sheets. He could feel how tight she was, how untouched, and the thought of it made his cock harden, his desire burning hotter. He moved his fingers inside her, her wetness coating them, her body clenching around him.

“Oh god…” she moaned, her hips moving with his hand, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Let go.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his fingers still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, her wetness coating them, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her. She watched him, her eyes wide, her body still trembling. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she gasped, her body stiffening. But when he didn’t pull away, when his lips pressed against hers, she softened, her lips parting, her body melting into his.

His hand moved to his belt, unfastening it, pulling his cock free. He was so hard, so ready, and when he pressed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, she gasped, her body tensing.

“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she reached up, her hands resting on his chest, her body trembling with anticipation.

He pushed into her slowly, carefully, the tightness of her pussy making him groan. She gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. She was so tight, so warm, so perfect. He moved deeper, her wetness coating him, her body stretching to take him in.

“Relax, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Just breathe.”

She nodded, her breath shaky, her body trembling. He moved slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust, to feel him inside her. She was so small, so fragile, and the thought of taking her virginity made his cock twitch, his desire burning hotter.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She gasped with each thrust, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body trembling with each thrust.

“Oh god daddy…” she moaned, her hips moving with his, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his cock.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Such a pretty baby.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He moved inside her again, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock twitching inside her. He thrust deeper, harder, his body pressing against hers, his lips brushing against her neck.

“Oh god…” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his orgasm washing over him. He came hard, his cum filling her pussy, his body trembling with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until his body went limp, his breath slowing, his eyes fluttering closed.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breath slowing, their hearts racing. He pulled out slowly, her wetness coating him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms. She lay against him, her body trembling, her breath shaky.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with fear and desire.

He held her, his hand stroking her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. Daddy's here.”

tell me how you'd fuck me if I was your daughter, your real, blood related daughter

daddy that plays movies for me, but it's just a bunch of porn tapes with girls dressed like princesses being raped

love a big bro

big brother who beat the fuck out of me for being a faggot slut. big brother who slides into my bed that night, apologizing, saying he just didnt want me getting hurt & used by random men. holding me and whispering in my ear that he'll make it up to me, he'll make me feel so good. his bulge pressing against my hole, and im too tired and weak and- if im being honest- turned on to resist as he grinds against me