'Shushh shushh shushh now..' A gruff deep voice said in her ear. She could feel his breathing quick against her neck as he spoke. His voice made her lessen her fight slightly. Distracted by the eerily calmness of his voice. 'If you keep fighting I'm going to hurt you now, little pet' He crooned almost sweetly. He squeezed her waist tightly making her squeal out in pain, proving the point of his strength. As if how quickly he had overpowered her wasn't enough. 'We both know noone is coming down here to find you, you silly little girl' He continued, his voice gravely and deep. 'You're regretting this short cut, huh, aren't you pet?' He continued. She squirmed and kicked against him again, desperate with fear. Wishing he wasn't right, wishing she hadn't left the main roads. But her fighting was quickly stopped, as he let go of your mouth to grip her throat tightly. She felt him squeeze her neck, and it felt as blowjob if he pushed the air out of her lungs. Gasping and squirming as he choked Fucking her. 'What did I just say huh?!' He growled. 'I'll fucking hurt you. I'll make you regret it!' His voice snarled through, cutting the panic of her being strangled. Her lungs burner and head pounded as he held her there for a few more seconds before letting go. 'Do that again, and I'll not stop until your limp'. He finished, before completely releasing her throat. Dazed and in pain, she stood there limply leaning into the wall, his large body still pressed behind her. Could feel dad him adjusting, leaning away slightly as the waist as he adjusted his pants. 'No! Oh no! Stop!' She cried out, now realising what he was doing. 'Please no!' She cried Old Farts out, trying to free herself from him. He let go of his pants and gripped her daughter by the shoulders, pulling her away from the way to slam her back in. Her head smacking hard against bricks, causing her to daze and fog out. Coming to a few moments later, now groggy, with the taste of blood in her mouth and painful head. “No, I still have a little daughter of it in my mouth and I can still feel it on my tongue.” “Jesus Christ.” Dad growled again. "Really? I, uh, only made one costume, the Flamituff dress. He then knelt behind her and gripped her hips for the grand finale. “Yes!” I growled, gripping her hips. 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. “Sure!” I answered. “Love dad you.” I spewed sperm in her pussy. “Daddy!” I moaned as I came, my toes curling as the pleasure rippled through me. It was wonderful. My tongue fluttered through her folds. She was very slowly rubbing Old Fucking Farts her clit now. You say now you have to perform for jeri “Spank my cunt! We had to get there before it was too late. I'm not sure when my focus changed but I caught myself staring at the form of his ass or bulge of the manhood in his pants, not just once but with blowjob increasing regularity. She gave him one last parting shot, a lovingly slow zap applied to his prostrate, before she put the violet wand away. I shot my load but kept sliding in and out until I started to get soft and mum relaxed enough to let us go. It filled me up so much that Tag could hardly move. I groaned and thrust into her.