"Shh, stop fighting, baby. You can turn your brain off with Daddy, it's okay. I'm here. Just focus on how good my fingers feels inside you. Empty that pretty head for me and let all those precious little sounds slip out, okay? That's it. Good job, princess. Making Dad so proud."
I’ve taken you now, princess. Locked you away in the quiet world I built just for us. No one out there can reach you anymore. Hold you close while you cry from how safe it feels, the only one allowed to overwhelm you is me and I’ll always put you back together afterward.
Mm, no. You finish when I say so. Whine all you want, every second you’re close, the second you feel me hitting your cervix harder… faster. I’ll pull my fingers out, laugh at your sweaty, drooling face. You just won’t get the pleasure of finishing, hon.
soaked and aching, every muscle tensed, body screaming for relief. their fingers leave you empty. their fingers drag slowly along your entrance, teasing, mocking, knowing you'll buck against their hand for more. "look at you. fuckin' pathetic. maybe i won't let you come at all."