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Ugh, I was so fucking pissed at Daddy, period. He was being such a dumb fuck, a total loser, and I was high-key done. I stormed into his room wearing nothing but my fav black sheer pantyhose, my whole vibe just pure rage. "You're such a bitch," I hissed, my voice shaking. I bent over his desk, my ass in the air, and I slowly, angrily, stretched the pantyhose material taut between my butt cheeks, exposing my tight little asshole for him. "This what you want, you fucking loser?" I spat, even as my pussy got wet AF. His eyes went dark with that specific daddy-hunger I live for. He didn't say a word, just unzipped his pants, spit on his thick cock, and guided it right to my exposed hole. The pressure was insane, the sheer fabric rubbing against my clit as he pushed inside my ass, stretching me open. I was moaning, "Fuck you, daddy," but we both knew I was his. The mix of the anger, the degrading names, and the forbidden feel of his cock pistoning into my ass through the pantyhose had me seeing stars. It was so wrong, so iconic, and I came so hard I almost blacked out. No cap.