“I’m going to make you beg Daddy to fuck you, just like the whore you are.” He picked me up and sat me back down on the couch, sitting up this time. I wanted to beg again for him to stop but at this point I knew it was pointless. He was drunker than me, even before fear and... other sensations... had begun to sober me. He wasn’t the Daddy I knew and loved, and he wouldn’t listen to me. I sat defeated as his hands pulled my skirt and thong down my legs, leaving me shaved and wet pussy naked before him, my tears silent. He pushed my knees apart, staring appreciatively at my tight young pussy. “I am going to enjoy teaching you this lesson,” he said huskily, his fingers sliding up my thighs to the glistening mound between. He ran his fingers lightly over my lips, then again more heavily, letting them slide between them, parting the shining folds, moving close to the clit but not touching it. I was trying so hard to ignore the sensations his touch brought when I felt a finger slip into me, penetrating my tight pussy, eliciting a surprised cry of pleasure. A second followed, the fingers curling up to stroke my g-spot, and then someone- me, I realized- was moaning wantonly. “You like that, don’t you whore?” he asked, his voice gloating. “You like Daddy’s fingers in your tight cunt. I bet you can’t wait domination to feel Daddy’s cock!” I shook my head, trying to deny it, but then his thumb found my clit as he fingered me and my back arched as I cried out, his touch sending shivers up my spine as he teased me, his thumb flicking the nub over and over again as his fingers reached deeper, finding places I didn’t even know existed and forcing me to submit to the powerful feelings surging through me. He withdrew his fingers and I heard myself whimper in disappointment. Then I felt his teeth nipping at my thighs, moving closer. The feel of his tongue fetish on me, proving my folds as his thumb settle back over my clit forced my back into another arch as I gasped. My Daddy was eating my cunt and it felt... amazing! His tongue plunged deep inside me as it could, his mouth locked on me, and the things he was doing... “Oh god Daddy,” I heard myself moan. I could feel his grin against me and felt him move up. His lips replaced his thumb and he flicked this tongue over my clit before sucking on it hard. I screamed at the new sensation, it felt sooo fucking good... and I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t wanted him to do this... my body writhed as he sucked my clit deepthroat harder, and I nearly bucked him off in pleasure Bondage when he sucked it between his teeth, biting down just as he had my nipples. “Oh my god Daddy yes! Please don’t stop!” I cried, feeling the pressure building inside me. “Please Daddy! I’m so close!” He pulled away BDSM at that and smacked my soaked pussy, the stinging pain only bringing more pleasure, snarling “you cum when I say you can, whore! Got that?” I nodded quickly, wanting him to continue, even as part of myself tried to tell me this was wrong. She was still wearing the red stockings and garter belt and I needed a couple of seconds to regain my composure since she looked so stunning. After Evan went into the barn-garage thing, deepthroat Deana started up the grassy slope toward the pool. His own groin needed domination a massage and he hoped she might need his tool. She had very little hair BDSM near her pussy. But he had not come anywhere close to the the violent, degradation, control and Bondage sexual assault like he just had with Holly. Suddenly her teacher began planting soft kisses across her shoulders, which caused her to shudder and the heat to rise between her legs. She knew she needed to get out of this funk, and for some strange reason, was drawn to Ethan even more now, finding out he too, suffered a loss of the person you love most.” We just got nearly 300 file boxes of all the paperwork from all the buildings that we just bought. A half cup lace bra. I chuckled, “Actually yeah”, I told him. She looked up with a smile as wicked as it was startling, “It was not the religious ecstasy I had been expecting”. When he got down to the room and secured the windows and the entry through the kitchen to guarantee their privacy, he welcomed her onto his lap on the comfort chair installed in the room for the fetish adult monitor of the children’s activities to use. Even with the door shut,I could hear the girls laughing and shrieking with Beth. The blonde moans as I slowly push into her sweet love tunnel. Both men then moved in front of me and I watched as Scott pulled the material from my mouth. I held my daughter tight, kissing her and growling my passion into her lips.