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Is it bad I’ve always fantasized about my dad pounding my little pussy and telling me how happy he is that I’m his daughter ? 🫣

I'm fucking my pussy thinking about how I should have been molested when I was younger. I was a swimmer, so I'd wear these tight bathing suits that showed off my little body.

I would have been so easy to manipulate and convince to go somewhere in private with an instructor or older man who said he was a dad or grandpa of one of the other kids.

He could convince me to go into the family changing room with him because he needed help. He could lock the door and go sit me on the changing table. He could start touching my puffy little nipples through the fabric, then he could move to my tiny slit. Rubbing softly and making me feel good in a way I'd never felt before. He could tell me that if I wanted more, I'd need to take my bathing suit off, so of course I would.

He'd then start licking my tiny little cunny as I moan and gasp, grabbing on to his hair as his tongue makes me feel so good. He'd soon make me cum on his tongue, my tiny kiddo body shaking with my very first orgasm.

Then he'd help me get dressed and tell me that he'd see me at the next class and that he has a special toy that he'll let me play with too if I'm good.

my lord you pedos are SICKK no im not 14 and why would you KEEP talking to me if I was 😭

no, it's not weird. you should keep touching yourself to it. you should touch yourself to it more, actually. is it really ""getting worse"" if you're getting off?

i feel like piss is to vanilla men what cnc and fauxcest are to the bdsm community

stuck in a wall porn trope but it's puppygirl stuck after digging under the fence in the backyard

wanna hump my stuffie in my room really hard while i keep calling out my dad over and over again. i keep whimpering and panting like a bitch in heat thinking of dad’s cock pounding my wet little cunnie. my brain gets so empty and dumb that when my door opens and dad stands there, i make direct eye contact with him and yell “dad!” one last time before my eyes roll back and i cum so hard all over my stuffie for him

you let Me taunt you into shot-for-shot. So here you are at the bar, 8 shots in with a man twice your size. This isn't going to end well, but you have your pride. So what if you're sick in the morning?

At 10 shots in you ran out of money. I'm certain you saw Me hide half of it, but you're too far gone and it didn't even register in your vacant drunk eyes. I suggested we go back to My place because the competition was still undecided.

At 12 shots in your lips were completely numb and coherent thoughts were no longer in attendance. you wonder if I'm even drinking anymore but I keep pouring you shots. I said something about you feeling hot and that we should get naked, so I led you to My room.

At 14 shots the only thing you felt was your dildo between your legs. It felt bigger and warmer than usual, and you barely had to touch it to make it move, but it felt soooo good. Did...did it just cum inside you?

about to “wow you’re old enough to be my dad” my way into his pants