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Daddy’s Girl Phone Sex Is How I Seduced Him!

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He pulls out of my pussy with a wet pop and flips me onto my back, pinning my legs behind my ears. He’s not done with me yet. He spends a few minutes teasing my clit with his thumb, rubbing it raw until I’m sobbing and begging for more. Then, he positions himself over my face again, but this time, he wants me to work for it. He makes me lick every inch of his shaft, cleaning off the remnants of my own juices and his cum.

 

I use my tongue to trace the vein running up his cock, sucking the head with a loud, slurping sound that echoes in the quiet room. He groans, his hips starting to twitch. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him. The look of pure, possessive lust in his eyes makes my core throb. He doesn’t want a daughter; he wants a pet, and I am more than happy to be it.

 

He thrusts one last time, deep and hard, as he comes again, spraying hot seed across my cheeks and forehead. I lap up every drop, making sure not a single bit of him goes to waste. As he finally pulls away and stands up, leaving me breathless and leaking on the bed, he tells me to get cleaned up and wait for him in the kitchen. I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, already counting down the seconds until he decides he wants to fuck me again.

BDSM Phone Sex Seemed Harmless, But Look at Me Now!

 

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My wrists ache sweetly in the leather cuffs tonight, Master. You left them snug above my head, chained to the headboard so I can’t touch myself no matter how badly my pussy throbs. The blindfold keeps everything dark and sharp—every creak of the floor, every brush of air across my bare nipples. My legs are spread wide by the spreader bar, ankles locked apart, cunt open and glistening for you.

I hear your zipper. Then the hot, heavy weight of your cock lands across my lips. I open immediately, tongue flat, letting you slide in deep until my throat flutters around the head. You fuck my mouth slowly, deliberately, using me like the toy I am. Saliva runs down my chin onto my tits while you hold my hair and push deeper each time.

When you finally pull out, strings of spit stretch between us. You slap your wet cock against my cheek, then trail it down between my breasts, over my belly, until the fat head nudges my swollen clit. I whimper and lift my hips, desperate. You laugh softly and push two fingers straight into my dripping hole, curling them hard against that spot that makes me shake.

“Beg,” you say.

“Please fuck me, Master. Stretch my cunt. Use me.”

You replace your fingers with your cock in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the balls. The cuffs rattle as I arch and moan. You pound me relentlessly, the wet slap of skin loud in the room, my juices coating your shaft and dripping down my ass. Every stroke knocks a broken sound out of me.

You lean down, teeth grazing my nipple. “Come when I tell you.”

I’m already trembling on the edge, waiting for your command.

Hardcore Ass Fucking is the Discipline I Need!

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In our cramped apartment, with its faded walls and tiny couch, I was lounging when Daddy burst through the door, belt in hand. “Strip and bend over, slut. Maintenance,” he snarled.

I felt so worthless, just a needy hole craving his control—cunts like me need men like Daddy to remind us of our place. Trembling, I stripped fast, draping naked over the couch arm, ass up, pussy and asshole exposed. Humiliation scorched my face. “Daddy, please… it hurt last time,” I whimpered.

“Shut up.” His fingers rammed into my dry pussy, knuckles deep, scraping raw. I yelped, thighs quaking. I felt so humiliated, so useless for not being wet for him. “Tight whore. Forgot who owns this cunt?” He twisted, pain exploding, tears flowing. I loved him for this ownership, because without it, I’d be nothing.

“Beg for it.”

“Ahh! Please, Daddy, check me… I’m yours!” I spread wider, ass clenching in shame.

He yanked free, belt cracking fire across my cheeks. “One! Thank you, Daddy!” *Crack!* Welts swelled, skin splitting. I sobbed, grinding back. I felt so degraded, yet adored him—men must punish us to keep us right. “Two! More… I need it!”

Lashes bruised me bloody. “Good girl.”

Belt tossed, he gripped my hips, shoving his thick cock dry into my asshole. It tore, burning deep. I screamed, cramping. “Ow! Rips! Thank you… harder!” He pounded mercilessly, balls slapping raw skin. “Cry louder, bitch.”

Wailing, I pushed back, feeling subhuman but loving the domination of his hardcore ass fucking. “Fill me, Daddy!”

He roared, cum flooding my guts. Yanking out, his filthy cock dangled. “Clean it.”

Sobbing, I sucked the raunchy mess, gagging but eager. “Tastes good… thank you for disciplining me.” I felt so low, yet complete in my love.

Mommy Phone Sex Makes My Cunt Wet Every Time

Mommy Phone sex is really something that I am fond of. Letting men be my son and take advantage of mommy in all kinds of ways is kinky. One son roleplay is of a young man that loves to own me. My son is dominant over his classy mama.

In contrast to mommy being owned by her teen son fantasy calls, I enjoy the mommy of pageant sluts. Well this is truly the most part of what I am and I do love letting men have fun with them.

Essentially when it comes to mommy having lovers it will sometimes become me looking for p-daddy types for my girls. The daddy types are often guys that can offer a good living to me and my brats.

Finally I am really interested in a guy that can get it up for me as well as for my brats.

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