Dad Who Hates When His Baby Girl Says She’s Full So He Fills Up Her Cunnie To Show Her How Full She

screaming “daddy daddy daddy” while you fill my tiny little hole 🎀

"Just friends right?" While I'm pinning you down and stuffing you with another load

“Not now, I’m tired,” I groan, burying my face into the pillows, my voice muffled and thick with exhaustion. My body feels heavy, like it’s sinking into the mattress, and all I want is to drift off into sleep. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets as I shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that will let me escape into oblivion.

But then I feel it—the weight of the mattress dipping beside me, the heat of a body too close, too familiar. My heart skips a beat, and for a moment, I freeze, torn between pretending to be asleep and acknowledging the presence that suddenly fills the room.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” comes the low, smooth voice of him. It’s a voice that sends a shiver down my spine, one that’s both comforting and terrifying all at once. “Just… here. Just hold… theeeere you go…”

I whimper softly as I feel his hands—big, warm, and unrelenting—slip under the waistband of my soft little pyjama bottoms. The fabric glides down my legs with ease, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the room. His palms slide up the backs of my thighs, rough yet gentle, and I can’t help but squirm under his touch.

“I don’t want t—” I start to protest, but my words are cut off by a sharp slap that echoes through the room. His hand cracks down on the curve of my ass, the sting radiating through my skin and making me yelp. Once. Twice. Three times. Each impact is harder than the last, leaving my flesh tingling and my breath hitching in my throat.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, a tone that brooks no argument. Before I can even think to respond, his hand is over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make as he yanks my face out of the pillows. His grip is firm, almost painfully so, but it’s the sudden intrusion of his cock that leaves me gasping against his palm.

“Mmh! N- n- nnnnn…” My voice is a muffled cry, a mix of pain and something else—something I don’t want to acknowledge. His big, thick cock pushes into me, stretching me open in ways that make my toes curl and my back arch. He’s not gentle, not in the slightest, and the burn of it leaves me trembling.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as his voice drips with a dark satisfaction that makes my stomach clench. His cock moves inside me, filling me to the brim, and I can feel every inch of him as he begins to thrust. “You can pretend all you want, sweetheart, but your body doesn’t lie.”

I want to deny it. I want to scream, to argue, to push him away. But I can’t. My body betrays me, responding to him in ways that make my chest tighten and my breath come in shallow gasps. He’s relentless, pounding into me with a force that leaves me clawing at the sheets, my moans muffled against his hand. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, hot and humiliating, as I feel myself being pulled apart by him, over and over again.

“Shut up,” he hisses, his voice rough with desire—or something darker. “Just shut the fuck up and take my cock.” His words are harsh, cruel even, but there’s something in the way he says them that sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. His hand presses harder against my mouth, his fingers digging into the sides of my face as his hips snap against mine, driving his cock deeper with every thrust.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel—every movement, every stroke, every searing inch of him as he takes what he wants from me. My body arches involuntarily, my back pressing against his chest as he fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me trembling. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of my muffled cries and his ragged breaths, and the heat between us is almost unbearable.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and guttural, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.” His hand moves from my mouth to my hip, his grip bruising as he pulls me back onto him, his cock slamming into me with a force that leaves me seeing stars.

I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, the sound rising in pitch as he pushes me closer to the edge. My hands clutch at the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation. His other hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to arch even more, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of my neck as he fucks me harder, faster. His voice is a mix of praise and demand, and it only serves to heighten the heat pooling low in my belly. “So tight, so wet—just for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I can’t answer. I can’t even form a coherent thought as his cock slams into me, each thrust harder than the last, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a growl that sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. His hand moves to my clit, his fingers rough as they circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it’s all I can do to hold on. “Come on, sweetheart. Let go.”

And I do. I shatter, my body convulsing around him as I’m pulled under by the force of my orgasm. My screams are muffled against the pillow, my body trembling as he continues to fuck me through it, his cock driving into me with a relentless rhythm that leaves me gasping for air.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and guttural as he fucks me through the aftershocks, his own release building with every thrust. “That’s my girl.”

And then, just as I feel him stiffen above me, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release, he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re mine. Never forget that.”

Making dumb girls repeat sentences to make them learn. Reblog if you agree

Corrupting a cute little girl into being the perfect little toy for me. Slowly showing you more fucked up and degrading porn, touching you to it and showing you where to touch to make yourself feel good, walking you through it step by step. I slide my fingers into you showing you how good it feels to be full, my fingers start sliding in and out of you, making you squirm and wet my fingers, “it’s okay baby, this is what happens when you feel good, when you get excited!” I guide you through every little thing I’m doing to you, telling you how to feel, how to think, making you desperate for me. I pull my cock out, you gasp when you see how big it is, getting scared. I grab your hand and tell you to trust me, wrapping your hand around my cock and my hand around yours and I teach you how to jerk me off, “See, it’s not that scary sweetheart.” My cock gets harder and harder and I see you starting to enjoy yourself playing with my hard dick. I grab the back of your head, telling you to open your mouth and I lower your head down onto my cock. Using your spit to lube me up, preparing myself for your tiny little holes. Once you’ve made a sloppy mess in my lap, I lay you down, spreading your legs open and pushing myself into your little tiny holes. Your giggles quickly turn into whines as I start stretching you out around my cock, I remind you of the videos I showed you, telling you to suck it up and be better than the girls in them. I use your body as my toy, taking all of my stress and frustrations out on you as you’re forced to lay there and take it like a good slut, even while tears stream down your face. I brutally fuck you, and use your body all night long, breaking you down and shaping you into the perfect little doll, all for me.

actual tears running down my face

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