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My Story Time:

OOF, bestie, buckle up because this tea is scalding hot AF. So there I was, standing in front of Daddy’s bedroom mirror in nothing but these chef’s kiss black pantyhose, my pussy already dripping just thinking about what I was finna do. I grabbed his Glock from the nightstand—iykyk, the boujee one he never lets me touch—and cocked it like the bad bitch I am.

When he walked in, his face went shook—like, full-on ”what the actual fuck” vibes. I pressed that cold-ass barrel against his temple, my voice all breathy but deadly: ”Daddy…you’re gonna fuck me through these pantyhose, or I’m blowing your goddamn brains out. Period.” His dick twitched in his pants—no cap, I saw it.

He tried to play tough, all ”Put the gun down, babygirl,” but I just ground my hips against his thigh, the sheer fabric making my clit ache. ”Make me.” Next thing I know, he’s ripping the crotch open, his cock throbbing against my sticky pussy. ”You win, you little fucking demon,” he growled, slamming into me so hard the mirror rattled. The gun clattered to the floor—oops—but who cares when his fingers are digging into my hips, his ”good girl” moans making me cum instantly.

Moral of the story? Sometimes you gotta yeet the rules to get dicked down proper. Slay. 😈🔥