Little Miss “I need to be fucked by a big cock” while barely being able to fit 2 fingers inside. And the moment they feel the tip sliding it, feeling just how thick it can be. How much it can stretch their little cunts, as it keeps pushing and pushing. Getting thicker and thicker, struggling to go inside, with their pussies tightly wrapping around it. But it doesn’t stop going deeper, forcing its way inside.
It’s so much bigger than you could have imagined, and it hurts so much…but it gets your brain so cloudy. Fuzzy, like your thoughts are slowly fading away as that cock goes inside you. It’s almost like it’s addicting..isn’t it..The feeling of your pussy struggling to take cock, but you’re forced to take it all in like a good girl. You love it so much, don’t you?
[image descriptions: three photos of a painted ceramic bowl. the outside is a gradient from orange to yellow, and the inside has several cut-open pomegranates and oranges on a black background, with pomegranate seeds all around. the first two photos are of the bowl freshly painted, and the third is the finished product with a coat of clear glaze. /end i.d.]
I love him🥰. He's shy. But I just want him to jerk me around like his little ragdoll princess, and give me girl brain. Like can I be dumb around you please😫 life is hard and I wanna be your hot bimbo girlfriend sometimes🥲
“d-dad, i c-can’t color the right way with you doin’ that—!” i sob. you yank my pigtails back roughly, causing me to yelp and cry as you pound into me. i’m lying on my stomach in bed and clutching my pastel markers tightly in my little fingers. i whine and wiggle under you, trying to get away.
you lean down and bite my neck harshly. “stay. fucking. still.” you growl as you press my face to the coloring book. the marker on the page mixes with my tears and leaves colorful splotches on my face. “color in your fuckin’ book.” you raise my head back up by yanking my pigtails. the thrusts get harsher, somehow. i can’t stop crying.
“p-please, s-stop dad!! i-it hurts!!”
“you think i— ghh, you think i give a shit?” your left hand reaches to choke my little neck, the grip so strong it makes my face turn red and i can’t help but feel dizzy. “you— hfff, you’ve been—shityoursotightwhenichokeyoulikethis— such a little sh-shit lately. dad’s pent up. frustrated. fuckin’ mad.” the tip of your cock bashes against my cervix again and again, like a battering ram. “you begged and begged and begged me at the store to get you that stupid. fuckin’. coloring book. and now you’re going to be a good little whore and color in the lines while i take out all this anger on you.”