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I was horny n a boy made me sad

Loveless Anabelle ☹︎

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Me when mutuals send me porn they want to do with me

me every night

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that's so sweet

dad teaching me to count by how many fingers he can put in my bunny cunt

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lol read it with my teddy in my arms

Ok, so your repost with the teddy got an idea in my head and I can’t stop thinking about it. Dad catches daughter humping her teddy at night. He makes her lay back and takes the teddy. He moves the teddy against her until she comes. Then he humps the soaked teddy first and then her when he gets too desperate. You can also change it, if you want to.

She shifted under the covers, the fabric of her nightgown tangled around her thighs. Her breath hitched, quiet but sharp, as she pressed the teddy bear between her legs, the plush fur rubbing against her in just the right way. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlight outside her window, casting long shadows across the walls. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate movements, the mattress creaking ever so slightly beneath her. She bit her lip, stifling the soft moan threatening to escape. So close, so close…

The doorknob turned.

Her body froze, her heart hammering in her chest. The door creaked open, and the silhouette of her father filled the doorway. She yanked the teddy bear up to her chest, clutching it like a shield, her face burning with mortification.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt heavy, charged with something she couldn’t name. Then he stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.

“What… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl.

She couldn’t meet his eyes. “N-nothing,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his tone sharper now. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, standing at the edge of her bed. “Give it to me.”

Her fingers tightened around the teddy bear, her knuckles turning white. “I… I wasn’t—”

“Now.”

The command brooked no argument. Reluctantly, she handed it over, her arm trembling. He took it, his gaze never leaving her face, and for a moment, he just stood there, holding the toy like he was weighing it. Then he glanced down at her, his eyes dark, unreadable.

“Lie back.”

Her breath caught. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice was steady, firm, but there was something else in it—something that made her stomach twist in a way she couldn’t quite understand. “Lie back.”

She hesitated, her mind racing, but there was something in his tone that made her obey. Slowly, she sank back against the pillows, her nightgown riding up her thighs. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure he could hear it.

He stepped closer, the teddy bear still in his hand. “Spread your legs.”

Her eyes widened. “Dad, I—”

“Do it.”

The command left no room for argument. Swallowing hard, she did as she was told, her legs parting slowly, her cheeks burning. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was a strange thrill running through her, something she couldn’t quite put into words.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. She could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at her. Then, without a word, he pressed the teddy bear between her legs, the plush fur brushing against her most sensitive spot.

She gasped, her hips jerking instinctively. Oh god…

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.

She tried to obey, but it was hard— so hard— to stay still as he moved the teddy bear against her, the pressure just right, the friction maddening. Her hands gripped the sheets, her breath coming in shallow pants.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure.

Reluctantly, she met his gaze, her eyes wide, her lips parted. He was watching her intently, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something dark, almost predatory.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his tone almost taunting.

She nodded, unable to speak, unable to think.

“Good,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Let me hear you.”

Her breath hitched as he increased the pressure, the plush fur rubbing against her in just the right way. A moan escaped her lips, soft and involuntary, and he smirked, clearly pleased.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Let it out.”

Her back arched as the pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over her. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against the teddy bear, seeking more friction, more everything. She was close—so close—and he knew it, his movements becoming more deliberate, more intense.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

It was all the permission she needed. Her body tensed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the pleasure exploded through her, intense and overwhelming. She shook, her hands clutching the sheets, her vision whiting out for a moment as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

When she finally came down, her breath was ragged, her body trembling. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He was still holding the teddy bear, his gaze fixed on her. Then, slowly, deliberately, he brought the toy to his face, inhaling deeply. His eyes closed, a low growl escaping his throat.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He looked at her, his eyes dark, hungry. “Do you know what that does to me?”

She shook her head, unable to speak, unable to think.

“It makes me want to taste you,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “To feel you. To take you.”

Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the want in his eyes, the need, and it should have terrified her—but it didn’t. Instead, it excited her, sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

He moved then, shifting down the bed until he was between her legs. He pressed the teddy bear against her again, the plush fur soaked with her arousal, and she gasped, her hips jerking instinctively.

He moved the teddy bear from her slick folds, his fingers lingering for a moment, savoring the wetness that clung to the plush fur. His dark eyes locked onto hers, unrelenting, as he brought the soaked toy to her lips. She hesitated, her breath catching, but he didn’t wait for her compliance. He pressed it against her mouth, and her lips parted instinctively, the damp fur brushing her tongue.

“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly, a sound that sent shivers coursing down her spine. His free hand moved to his belt, fingers fumbling slightly as he undid the buckle, the sound of leather sliding through the loops sharp in the quiet room. His pants fell open, and his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum.

She watched, wide-eyed, as he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly, his gaze never leaving her face. The air between them crackled with tension, heavy and electric, as he stepped closer. His cock brushed against her thigh, hot and insistent, and she flinched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

“Keep sucking,” he growled, his fingers tightening on the teddy bear, pressing it deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, her tongue moving tentatively, the taste of her own arousal flooding her senses. It was strange, intoxicating, and she felt a wave of heat rush through her, pooling low in her belly.

His other hand moved back to her, the teddy bear now wet from her mouth, and he pressed it against her again, the soft fur teasing her sensitive flesh. She gasped, the sound muffled by the toy in her mouth, her hips arching instinctively toward him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Let me feel you.”

His hand moved the teddy bear in slow, deliberate circles, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her. She could feel herself tightening, the pressure building, her breath coming in shallow gasps. His cock pressed harder against her thigh, the heat of it searing her skin, and she could hear the slick sound of his hand moving over himself, the rhythm matching the motion of the toy against her.

“When you come,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “I want to hear you. I want to feel it.”

She whimpered around the teddy bear, her body trembling as the sensations overwhelmed her. His hands were relentless, one pressing the toy against her, the other stroking himself, his eyes burning into hers with a hunger that was almost too much to bear.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice sharp, commanding.

And she did.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her moans were muffled by the teddy bear, but he could feel it, the way her muscles clenched, the way her body shook with the intensity of her release. He watched her, his hand still moving over himself, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with approval. He pulled the teddy bear from her mouth, her lips slick with saliva, and brought it to his own, licking it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw, primal need that he could no longer suppress.

He stepped even closer, his cock pressing against her hip now, the heat of it almost unbearable. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, but she could feel the tension in him, the way he was holding himself back, barely.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low growl.

He tossed the teddy bear aside, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them wider. She could feel his cock brushing against her, the tip pressing against her entrance, and she gasped, her body clenching in anticipation.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as if looking for permission, but she knew he wouldn’t wait for it. He was beyond that now, lost in his own desire, his own need.

“Daddy—” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” he soothed, his hands tightening on her thighs. “Just let me take care of you.”

And then he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, and she cried out, the sound sharp and unrestrained. He groaned, his head falling back as he felt her warmth, her tightness, and for a moment, he was still, savoring the sensation.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rough.

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, the motion making her gasp, her nails digging into the sheets. He set a steady rhythm, his hips moving against hers, each thrust deeper, harder, until she was whimpering with every movement.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her tightly. “Take it, baby.”

She could feel the pleasure building again, her body responding to him instinctively, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. He was relentless, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside her with every movement, and she could feel herself on the edge again, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Daddy, I—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp thrust, his hand moving to her mouth, pressing down hard.

“Quiet,” he ordered, his voice harsh. “You don’t need to talk. Just feel.”

She nodded, her body trembling as the pleasure built, his cock filling her, his hand silencing her moans. He was everywhere, his scent, his touch, his voice, overwhelming her senses, and she could feel herself spiraling toward another orgasm.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

And she did, her body convulsing around him, her scream muffled by his hand. He kept thrusting, his rhythm unrelenting, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside her, his body shaking with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. She could feel his weight pressing her into the mattress, his warmth surrounding her, and for a moment, they were silent, the only sound their heavy breathing.

But it didn’t last long. He pulled out of her slowly, his cock still hard, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, the need that hadn’t been satisfied. He moved back to the teddy bear, his fingers gripping it tightly, and she knew this was far from over.

“Daddy—” she started, but he silenced her with a look, his eyes dark and unyielding.

“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice low and rough. “And I’m not done with you yet."

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