Daddy pushed forward, slowly filling me, stretching me.
He ignored me when I cried out, but stilled himself as I warmed his cock. His hands roamed my body, his touch both rough and desperate. “You’re so tight, babygirl.”
I could feel him pulsing inside me, his dick throbbing with need. And despite the pain, despite the horror of the situation, I could feel myself responding to him, my body betraying me as it began to heat and dampen.
No, I thought to myself, trying to push the thoughts away. No, this is wrong. This is so very wrong. But my body didn’t care, my body only knew pleasure.
It only wanted more.
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