Fun Fact: You Don't Even Need To Restrain Me. I Want To Be Your Good Girl, I'll Do Whatever You Say.

Fun fact: You don't even need to restrain me. I want to be your good girl, I'll do whatever you say.

Make me wear a skirt without panties and take me out, just so you can bend me over and finger me whenever you want.

the way her pussy tightens around your fingers as you whisper all the depraved shit you're gonna do to her 🤤

bounce

cw: praise, biting, messy, size kink, overstim

He isn't even fully in the door before my arms are spread as I pout up at him, the stress of the day apparent on my face. Shaking his head a bit, he lifts me into his arms and my own arms slide across his shoulders as I settle against him.

"Rough day, wildflower?" he whispers against the shell of my ear, the heat rushing across me and sending a thrill straight to my core.

"Yes, daddy," comes my soft reply, whining a bit before I shift until my soft curves press pliantly against his chest, "need you...."

"Does my girl need me?" he teases, the smirk evident in his voice as his hold tightens around me. Carrying me across the room, he doesn't stop until I'm trapped between him and the wall. With the extra support, I shift until my hands push his pants down enough to allow his length to spring free.

He inhales sharply in surprise as my hands tighten around the girth until the tip slides through my already slick folds. A breathy sigh leaves my throat as I feel the way his cock splits me open, stretching me to the shape of him.

"Shit, love," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine, "you're in such a hurry."

Using my own weight to drop myself onto his cock, my hips move urgently against him, pushing him as deep into my pussy as impatiently as I can. He groans, his grip on my waist tightening in an attempt to steady me. Backing away from the wall, he watches as I continue to grind against him.

"Such a needy thing," he murmurs, his eyes darkening as he watches me struggling to ride him.

"Daddy," comes my needy whine, hips wantonly moving against him. His eyes darken as he watches the way my eyes start to glaze over with pleasure.

"Bounce, babygirl," he orders, shifting until I am pliantly draped in his arms, his cock nestled perfectly inside me to where all I can manage are begging moans. My nails dig into his shoulder blades as I obey, lifting and impaling myself on him. The loud smack of skin on skin fills the room as I beg, whine, cry out as my whole body shakes.

My pussy clenches, desperately clinging to every inch of him as his dick rubs all the neediest parts in my tight walls. Pleasure rushes through my body, burning white hot as my lungs burn with the effort, but I push on as his hands urge me, gripping tightly at my waist in encouragement.

"Daddy, fuckfuckfuckfuck," my head falls back, nails raking across his skin as my toes curl when the orgasm rushes through me so intensely I forget to breathe. He shifts me then, folding me in his arms as he rams up into me, brutally fucking me through the orgasm as my juices gush down our thighs with every thrust.

An intense keening sob racks my body as stars dance across my vision from the intensity of pleasure, my pussy desperately spasming as he barrels into me. Incoherent begging leaves me as I cling to him desperately, biting at his shoulder.

He groans, praising me as he bottoms out inside me and stills, "That's my fucking girl, let me fill you up, take every last drop, good girl."

A soft whining sound fills me as I helplessly grind against him as I feel his hot cum spurt inside me until it overflows, leaking out as I urgently try to fuck it deeper inside me.

"Mmm, fuck," he whispers against my hair as he gently thrusts up into me almost as if he can't resist the way my pussy sucks him in, so eager, so perfect..

anal sluts who ride their owner's cock like a bitch in heat. girls with oral fixation who can't control it and they need to suck on your fingers all the time. painsluts begging you to spank their butt until it's covered in bruises and they cry with pain.

It’s tiring, isn’t it? Being in control, making choices, thinking for yourself. It’s so, so tiring. Let me do it instead. You’ll like it. Just let go, you’ll be much happier, I promise