𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 🖤⛓️

Calling you a good girl while treating you like the personal little fucktoy you are to me ♡

I dont degrade her to be cruel, I do it because she gets wet every time. I know shes been holding her breath all day waiting for me to tell her shes nothing. The way she flushes when I pull her against me & whisper “look at u, sweetheart so tired of pretending you’re in control.”

Dry humping is so sensual. Both with their longing stares that say “I want you” feeling body the warmth when pressed against one another , fully clothed, both yearning for the other to make the move that turns it into the greatest form of intimacy.

Your mind went quiet again. That’s it. No thoughts. Just slip into trance. Just surrender to me. I’ll make you feel so good. You won’t need to think. You don’t need to think. You can’t think.” Each sentence they said was another weight, hung form your mind, dragging you down.

“There we go.” They sounded so pleased, and that made you feel so happy. “That’s it. Suddenly, that defiance feels more like you were waiting for permission.” Of course, that was it. Aren’t you lucky that I’m so nice that I’ll let you drop for me, as much as you want?”

abusing your voice kink to make you soak your panties in public by whispering into your ear "that's my pretty girl" "you're mine" "such a good girl" "how adorable"

She had been hiking alone when he appeared silent, She barely had time to gasp before his hand clamped over her mouth and he dragged her off the narrow path, “Shhh,” he growled low against her ear “You’re mine now. Scream if you want—nobody’s coming.”

Something about the way you trembled in his hands made him feel a rush he hadn’t felt before. Whether it was the control you trusted him with, or the idea that even if you didn’t he could rip it away, It didn’t really matter in the end when you broke so beautifully for him.

You were a doll in his arms. The rhythmic stretch and fold of his abs at your back added another sensation that only barely distracted from the pressure building in your belly. dwarfed your tiny frame, only too happy to manipulate your body into his personal cocksleeve.

sex is fun but i really love the moments after, like breathing heavily and laying on each other smiles and little laughs holding one another. i like that.

You've been such a fucking brat today. Now your greedy little clit is going to pay for it. I'm going to edge you until you're begging, and you're not cumming. Not tonight. Understand? I want you dripping, while your whole body screams for release you’re not allowed to have.

I’m not pulling out. Not tonight. I’m gonna fuck you slow and deliberate until my cum floods that needy little womb, over & over, breeding my princess full until it starts leaking warm & messy around my still-throbbing cock. Daddys not done until you’re begging for the next load.

Mark me as yours

Shh, baby. Daddy's going to fill this needy cunt until it overflows. Gonna breed my princess full, mark you from the inside so everyone knows who you belong to. Your cries only make me fuck harder—slow, deliberate thrusts turning feral as I chase that perfect moment.

My sweet princess… there’s no escaping Daddy’s cycle tonight. I’ve got you right here, trembling and soaked, riding that razor’s edge again and again. Every time you start to tip over I pull you back with a soft “Shhh, good girl… such a perfect, obedient baby for me.”

I love when she thinks she’s in control just because she’s on top. But I do enjoy letting her have her fun for a bit. She smiles down at me thinking she’s won. “Oh baby I let you have your fun. It’s time for you to remember who’s in charge and who owns this cunt.”

Feeling your puppygirl cum and clench around you as you do the same and breed her >>>>>>

Did you have the willpower to resist? “All it takes is a little bit of pressure.” Their fingers raised, and snapped. “Drop.” Your eyelids fluttered shut, the feelings of awareness, of self control, vanished. In an instant you were theirs, to control, and toy with.

Tonight we start your secret training. That tight, untouched rosebud is going to learn to open for me, one slow inch at a time. I’ll slick my fingers, press the smallest jeweled plug against ur pretty hole, and whisper, Breathe for Daddy, princess. Let go and let me stretch you.

What hope do u have, plaything? You’re too weak to resist my voice. We both know that u want to feel the pleasure of submission to me. The only thing holding u back is some misguided attempt at defiance. The idea that u still have some willpower that doesnt crumble when Im around

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