ᛪ 𝕯𝕮𝕷𝖃𝖁𝕴 ᛪkinda sicktg sicksadistxxx
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I need an older man to hold me like a little girl pls pls <33
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I was Daddy's little vision tonight.
Wrapped up in layers of delicate silk, the color of soft rose petals, my dress swept the floor with every shy step I took beside you. A high collar brushed my throat, the fitted bodice cinched my waist, and the skirts fluttered like a dream around my legs. I looked like I had stepped out of one of your favorite manhuas—a perfect little princess.
You couldn't keep your eyes off me. Not when you zipped me up, not when you fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, not when you slid the tiny pink jewel plug into my soaking little hole, pressing it in slowly, whispering praises against my ear.
"There we go, baby," you murmured, kissing my temple. "Daddy's perfect little bunny. All plugged up and ready for our night out."
I could barely walk to the car. Every step shifted the plug inside me, making me bite my lip to hide the little gasps that tried to escape. You noticed, of course. You always noticed. Your hand never left the small of my back, steering me gently, protectively.
The venue was grand—soft lights, polished marble floors, music humming low under the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. You made small talk with the other guests, your voice calm and smooth, while I stood quietly at your side, flushed and squirming. The jewel glinted if I moved just right. No one could see under the heavy skirts. No one could tell that your sweet little girl was dripping down her thighs.
Or could they?
You saw it first. A little tremble in my knees. The way my cheeks were burning too hot. The way my thighs pressed tight together, trying to hold the slick mess inside.
You leaned down, lips brushing my ear.
"Bathroom. Now."
My heart leapt. I stumbled after you, head down, tiny whimpers caught in my throat. The bathroom was empty when you shoved me through the door, locking it behind you.
"Such a mess, baby," you growled, spinning me around, hiking my skirts up. "Couldn't even behave for a little party, could you?"
I whimpered, hands bracing against the cool counter. The plug popped out with a wet, sinful sound, making me mewl in shame and need. You didn't hesitate. You were already undoing your belt, already pressing the fat head of your cock against my dripping hole.
"You want Daddy to stuff you full again?" you hissed, pushing in with one brutal thrust. I sobbed out a yes, clenching around you, taking every inch like the greedy little bunny I was.
It was fast. It was messy. It was everything I needed. You fucked me hard and deep, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip so tight it would bruise. My dress bunched around my waist, the soft silk crushed and forgotten.
When I came, I bit down on my own wrist to keep from screaming. You groaned low in my ear, filling me up with hot, heavy spurts, hips jerking against me.
You pulled out with a grunt, grabbing the jewel plug again.
"Open up for me, bun," you ordered, and I obeyed, even through the tremble in my thighs. You slid the plug back in, sealing the mess deep inside me.
"Good girl," you whispered, kissing my temple.
When we returned to the party, no one looked twice at the flushed little princess clinging to your arm. No one could see the way slick warmth trickled down my thigh under all that silk. No one but you. And you never let me forget it.
The ride home was pure torture.
i sat trembling in the passenger seat, hands twisted in my lap, Daddy's jacket draped over my shoulders to hide the way i couldn't stop fidgeting. Every bump in the road made the plug shift inside me, pressing deeper, making my swollen, sensitive cunt clench around it. I were soaking wet. Sticky and sore. And you kept glancing over with that look—dark, knowing, possessive.
One big hand rested on my thigh the whole way back, thumb stroking slow circles over my thigh. i whimpered once when you fingers tightened, gripping it but you just chuckled.
"Hush, bun. Just a little longer."
When the car finally stopped, i could barely get my legs to work. You lifted me into his arms without a word, carrying me inside like i weighed nothing. The door slammed behind me. I barely had time to squeak before you had me pinned against it, you mouth crashing onto mine.
The kiss was filthy—all tongue and teeth, claiming me. Owning me.
"Dress off," you growled against my lips.
I fumbled with the clasps, the laces, trembling so badly that you had to help me, rough hands yanking the silk down my body, leaving you standing there in just my heels and the glint of the jeweled plug between my legs.
You stepped back, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of me.
"Look at you. My nasty little bunny. Showing off all night, dripping all over yourself like a filthy little thing."
I whimpered, thighs rubbing together, needy and desperate for anything, everything.
"On your knees. Now."
I dropped instantly, looking up at you with wide, teary eyes. You unbuckled you belt slow, savoring it, letting the anticipation eat me alive. Your cock was still heavy, half-hard from the earlier fuck, glistening at the tip.
"Open that pretty mouth, bun. Show Daddy how much you missed him."
I obeyed. Of course i did. And you fed me your cock with slow, shallow thrusts, watching my messy mouth stretch around you, my eyes flutter and tear up. You didn't fuck my throat hard, not yet. Just enough to make me drool, to make me whimper around you, to make me ache to be used.
When you finally pulled back, you wiped the spit from my chin with your thumb, smiling down at me.
"Good girl. Daddy's perfect, filthy little mess."
You dragged me up by your hair then, pushed me onto the couch. You didn't bother being gentle anymore. I were too far gone for that, wasn't I, Daddy?
You stripped yourself bare, tossed me onto my belly, yanked the plug out with a wet pop—and replaced it with your cock, thrusting deep and brutal into my swollen hole. I screamed into the cushions, body wracked with overstimulation, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
You didn't stop. You fucked me through it, one hand on my throat, the other smacking my ass hard enough to leave bright pink handprints.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, baby? To be stuffed full and ruined? To drip all over Daddy's cock until you can't even think?"
I nodded frantically, sobbing broken moans, unable to form words.
You filled me up again, hot and deep, collapsing over my trembling body, still grinding your hips to push it all deeper inside.
almost forgot i had this ready yesterday to post today ૮₍ ˶¬`‸´¬˶ ₎ა but yeah, it's good hehe ૮꒰ ..◜ᴗ◝.. ྀི꒱ა
xoxo minnie
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