𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 ୨ৎ

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

voice trembling, you beg for a break, but they only slow down. they don't stop, just grind in deeper, forcing you to feel every inch. they lick at your tear-stained cheeks and whisper, "you can take it, can't you?" they smirk against your cheek. "not that you have a choice."

Every few strokes she looked up at you with those big, adoring eyes, desperate for your attention. “Am I doing it right, Daddy? Do you like how I rub it?” clearly aching to earn more of your praise, more of your focus, more of that deep, possessive voice telling her she’s yours.