"Beg me not to take you in front of all these fucking people," he whispered, tightening his grip around her neck.
Her breath hitched, unable to say anything to him. She felt his fingers dance their way up to her thigh before trickling towards the yo...
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"But daddy!" she yelled, "I didn't mean to, please, you know that!"
He looked down at the brat sprawled across his lap. "Tsk tsk...little slut, you know better than calling me words instead of Daddy, you know that." He said, grabbing a fistful of her soft brunette hair and lifting her up so that she could wrap her legs around his torso.
He let go of her hair and walked them near the side of the bed. She dropped down on the floor, her core feeling hot at the thought of what he was going to do to her.
"Daddy-!" she gasped, as he bent her over the curve of the bed. "Sh, baby. From now on, you will ask for permission to speak. Do you understand?"
When she didn't answer, a hard smack landed on her little round bottom. "Ahh- yes, daddy.." she whispered, only to be met with another hard smack.
"What the fuck, I-" the brown-haired vixen gasped for air as he wrapped his large hand around her throat. His other hand caressed her bottom before sliding his hand into her pink cotton panties. His fingers rubbed against her wet folds, teasing her, "I'm going to treat your kitty so well, babygirl," he said as if she wasn't there.
The grip on her neck loosened and she caught her breath again, forgetting about the man behind her.
He slid one of his fingers in, thrusting it in and out as fast as he could. She squealed in surprise, moaning at the pleasure he was giving her.
He added another finger in, curling them in her pussy, and lighting her body on fire. She felt herself clench on his fingers, sparks igniting in her stomach. He kept thrusting his fingers faster and harder, her moans and pleads getting louder and louder. Her legs grew weak and her arms struggled to grab onto the bedsheets.
"Daddy," she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, letting her body take control as she came on his fingers.
She winced after he took his fingers and looked behind to see him licking them with her cum glazed over them. He looked back down at her, a sly smirk forming on his lips.
As she turned to look away from him, she cried at the slight pain of him ripping her panties so suddenly and quickly. His fingers once again crept towards her hair, grabbing a handful of her hair and shoving her panties into her mouth.
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The sound of a phone ringing interrupted their little session. He looked over to the end table, slightly irritated and checked who was calling.
He smirked as he saw the name of his slut's secret boy "friend" ringing to facetime. "Well, well, well..." he said, grabbing the phone and placing it in front of her.
Her eyes grew wide as she read the caller ID; Connor. She tried to say something but the panties in her mouth muffled her, so she shook her body or at least tried to.
He unzipped his pants, rubbing himself against her naked core and a whimper escaped her lips. He reached over and accepted the call.
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Connor's camera was facing towards the ceiling, suggesting he was probably busy. Connor kept rambling about how he missed her and bullshit. Perfect. He took the panties out of her mouth, slapping her cheeks as if warning her not to talk.
Without warning, he slammed himself into her. She screamed in pleasure before her screaming turned into moans. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Connor lifting up his phone as his face was in a look of..betrayal? Anger? Sadness? Whatever it was, it wasn't good and as expected, he hung up the call.
He kept thrusting deeper and deeper into her. His massive dick getting squeezed by her tight kitty.
