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30s male in NYC. All captions and stories are written by me unless otherwise stated. If you reblog, do NOT remove the captions or writing. (And why on earth would you?)

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This blog is by adults, for adults, and about consensual fantasies between adults.

"Gwahhhhhh! Puhhhhh!" She screamed futiley into the gag in her mouth as her Daddy continued to molest and play with her cunt. It throbbed. It hurt. His fingers had been on her for what felt like hours. He had made her cum so much. Too much. She thought she might die. 

"Aw, what's the matter, bitch?" Her Daddy's words held venom. It terrified her. "Tired of cumming? Tired of having your whore pussy played with?" 

She stared up at him with wide eyes and nodded. He smiled and started pulling his hand away from her cunt. She felt relief in her body, her breath returning—and then the cruel power of a magic wand vibrator quaking her pussy, its tremors ruining her gushing slit, rippling up through her thighs into her spine. 

She screamed her gagged, pathetic screams, and Daddy slapped her face hard with a strong, latex-gloved hand, never for a moment taking the vibrator off her overworked, swollen pussy. 

"Well that's too bad, cunt," Daddy sneered. "Should've thought about that before you couldn't keep your hand above your skirt. You nasty bitch." As the vibe wrecked her endlessly gushing, cumming gash, Daddy grabbed her tits, resuming the abuse he'd been inflicting on her poor, sore nipples. 

The world started going dark, and—CRACK she was awake again, the sting of Daddy's hand against her face once more. It hurt. 

"No passing out, princess. Daddy hasn't even shoved the dildo up your ass yet." 

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