Page 44 of Siccitas

“Squirt for Daddy, Jocelyn.”

I buck slightly as the orgasm rips through me, a spray of liquid streaming in front of me.

Satisfied, Luke takes my hips and starts moving fast again.

“That’s it. Such a wet little pussy for Daddy.”

“No.” I try to squirm. “No.”

I whimper as another orgasm builds inside of me. “Please don’t.”

The sob escapes me, but the sound of desperation edges him on.

I clench around him and shake as I cum again. This time he buries himself inside of me as he cums as well.

He pulls out of me and smacks my ass. “See? How can you deny what your body wants?”

I sob, the tears streaming down my face.

“Please. Stop.”

“But I’m enjoying myself so much,” he says, stroking my hair out of my face.

I’m sweaty and gross, but I know he’ll fuck me again.

I tip my head forward and the world goes black for a moment before he yanks my head back.

The pain of having my hair pulled wakes me up. “Ah!”

“I’m not done with you,” he says. “See, the greatest punishment I can give you is that you enjoy yourself.”

He holds a plastic cylinder in front of me.

“This is one of my new toys. Small enough for even the tiniest person.”

He turns the base, and it starts vibrating. I start to cry.

“Please, just stop.”

He reaches down between us and presses the vibrator lightly against my clit. I jolt.

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