Page 101 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

That was how long.

The last time she remembered having one was before she killed Richard. The twins and she had been video chatting and when they got off the phone, she immediately got on her bed and pleasured herself.

She couldn’t help it. They were hot and made her feel so many things. So many delicious things.

Hedda had dreamed of this moment. Of having them give her pleasure at the same time.

And it didn’t disappoint. But she couldn’t wait until they were inside of her. To feel them stretch her and coming inside of her.

That was what she was looking forward to the most.

“Such a good girl,” Papa said as he nipped at her nipple.

His hand went to her other boob and started to pinch and squeeze it. Moans and groans escaped her lips as they both continued to pleasure her.

“Ready?” Daddy asked.

Hedda was about to ask for what, but before she could she felt him slowly start to push in a finger.

She sucked in a breath and tried not to move. The feeling of his finger filling her up almost made her come.

Papa let go of her nipple and looked over to what Daddy was doing, a smile spread across his face. Daddy looked at her, giving her a wicked smile.

A smile she didn’t know if she liked at this moment.

His finger slowly started to move in and out. Hedda bit her lip and closed her eyes, willing herself not to react. She didn’t want to move and not be able to come.

But it was so hard.

Daddy slowly took his finger out and added another one. Her breath got caught in her throat.

Full.

She felt so full.

But so good.

“P-please,” she begged. “Daddy. Please.”

She didn’t know how much longer she could last with not moving. Did they know how hard it was? Were they betting on her failing?

“Look at our girl,” Daddy said. “Are you going to be a good girl and keep still while Daddy plays with your pussy?”

“Y,” she sucked in a breath as he moved his fingers. “Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

Hedda clenched her jaw and took a breath in. She wasn’t going to make it much longer.

“Yes, Daddy!”

His fingers stopped moving and she let out a whine. Why did he stop?

“Do you think she’s been a good girl?” Daddy asked.

She looked at Daddy only to see him looking at Papa. Were they really having a conversation while his fingers were still inside of her?

Hedda wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to speak and have them tell her she couldn’t come. That would be cruel.

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