“I hold the strings to your mind now, toy. I can make you dance to my tune, and as you sink deeper, I want you to feel a word, blossoming in your mind.” They tapped on your forehead. “Taking up the space where your thoughts used to reside. That word is: ‘Obey’.”
My little bunny wont stop trembling when I pin her down. Soft ears twitching, those desperate little whimpers. I can’t help myself. Keep breeding her over and over, holding her hips tight while I fill her up again. She’s mine to ruin, mine to keep full. Such a good pet for Daddy.
Good girl, just like that sprawled on my chest, back arched, legs spread wide for Daddy, grinding slow while I hold it steady. Feel how it splits those pretty lips, rubbing your clit? No penetration yet… just my heat claiming what’s mine until you’re whimpering and soaking me.