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safewords don't have to feel safe and they don't have to mean what they sound like they should mean. they can be part of some beautiful mindfucks. what if every time you said "stop" or "red", it got worse? what if i had you covered in your own blood, snot, and tears, and you were so drunk on pain that you couldn't remember your own name?

what if i showed absolutely no signs of stopping even when you ran out of voice to scream with? what if the only way to make it stop was to grind your broken vocal cords together and gurgle out "please kill me"? no one could blame me for what i do next. you're asking for it. go on. "please kill me". it'll make it stop. that's your safeword.

look me in the eye and say it. ask me to kill you. how much do you mean it? how much do you trust me? enough to keep you safe? enough to decide when you should die? say it. "please kill me".

What turns you on about married men?

that's such a good question! I absolutely like every bad thing about it. like it to be "chosen", I like being used, I like it to hurt somebody, make them feel bad, I like the lust behind it, how creative they get when they have to hide me, & that they're (most of the time) way much older than me, and also, the little degradation that comes with it

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 love money n cooks slapping on my face *＾˘＾*

plspls

me, I'm daddy's little baby

Little sis yapping and rambling about anything and everything while she's sitting in my lap and kicking her feet as I hug her because I know she's trying to distract me and cheer me up. The conversation casually continues even as I slip my hands under her skirt and into her panties. She just giggles and bites her lips between random discussions of her interests. Until my fingers make her cum and all she can manage from her mouth after is begging for me to fuck her lil pussy, and praising me when I do as rough as I can, thanking me repeatedly and saying I'm the best big brother ever. Silly girl. Her plan works. I forget why I was sad in in the first place. Why would I ever be sad? This sweet pretty and caring girl cares for me. So much so she lets me do things to others would say is wrong. Hell, she doesn't just let me. She encourages it. She's just as horny for sibcest as her big brother. Please, give me nothing but a life where a girly sis cures my sadness with her energetic personality and bombass big brother cock loving pussy.

I love tits

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Hey sis I got a super awesome April fools idea what if we like went in front our mom and started kissing each other super sloppily and like taking each other's clothes off and groping our bodies while we kiss and you bend me over the table and fuck my brains out until you've dumped a warm load of cum inside of me, and then we both turn to her and say "April fools! :P" What do you think?

Do it

its pathetic how wet i get from strangers telling me how they would rape my little cunt