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He was going to cut her thong off! Part of her—the thrifty part—wanted to protest that he couldn't ruin her underwear. But the other part of her, the part that was completely turned on by everything that was happening, that loved how he'd taken control, loved how he was unknowingly fulfilling so many of her fantasies, wanted to cheer. Why was having her panties cut off so hot? She had no idea. But she wanted it.
Moving slowly, to give her time to protest, Daddy glanced at her before he actually began to cut the fabric.
Snip, snip, snip.
Now the cool air of the room was like a huge tease on her heated flesh, doing nothing to actually chill her ardor. She was totally exposed, completely vulnerable, and practically melting into a pile of lust at Daddy's hands. Standing where he was, between her legs, he could see every last millimeter of her pussy, and she'd never felt so exposed.
"What a pretty little pussy my little girl has," Daddy said admiringly, erasing any embarrassmentshe had about being spread wide like this. Not like she could do anything to cover herself anyway. Oh how she loved not being able to do anything to cover herself. She moaned as he stroked a finger down the center of her wet folds, teasing the sensitive flesh, circling the aching button of her clit.
"Please, Daddy, please touch me more... I want... I need..."
The finger slid inside of her and Melody cried out, her muscles clamping down around the intruder.
"Does my baby girl need to come?" Daddy asked, crooning the question as he gently pumped his finger in and out of her hot pussy, teasing her all the more. Melody felt tears spark in her eyes, he was making her so hot and needy, and she writhed against her restraints.
"Yes, please, Daddy!"
"Mmm, do you think you deserve an orgasm when you've been such a naughty girl?"
Oh no. He couldn't possibly be thinking of denying her, could he? Melody's tears overflowed at the very thought.
"Please, please, please, Daddy, I'll do anything!"
She meant it too. At that moment, Melody didn't care what he wanted from her, because if she didn't get to orgasm soon, she was going to die. A body could only take so much before it exploded. With his finger moving inside of her, teasing her, giving her only the tiniest bit of what she so desperately craved, she was going to go insane if she didn't get some kind of completion.
"Not yet, sweetheart… not until I tell you that you can."
"Please, Daddy, plea—"
She didn't get the second please out before Daddy thrust a second finger inside of her, stretching her around the two digits, as the heel of his palm pressed against her swollen clit. Melody screamed at the sudden onslaught of sensation, the tension coiled inside of her bursting like a snapped wire and sending waves of ecstasy shuddering through her in its wake.
Little sparks of pain heightened her pleasure, something tugging on her nipples making her writhe as the constricted buds stung in response. The fingers inside of her pumped, stroking, her body rocking against the rotation of his hand, the delicious friction against her clit sending her higher and higher.
"Daddy! Oh, god, Daddy!"
The waves of ecstasy rolled through her, rocking her, as she rode his hand through her pleasure. She pulsed around his fingers, all of the suppressed energy being expelled at such a fast rate that she throbbed with the force of it. Every stroke of his fingers drew out her rapture, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room until she couldn't hear anything else.
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WatchingMelody come apart around his fingers was beautiful. Hearing her call him Daddy as she did so fulfilled the needy darkness inside of him, filling it with warmth.Moments like this were why he loved being a Daddy.
She moaned as she came down from her orgasmic high, her body shuddering and relaxing, and Kawan allowed his movements to slow with hers. Letting go of the chain on the tweezer clamps, he pressed his palm over his cock, the pressure relieving some of his own building need. Sometimes he wondered ifhewas also a bit of a masochist, considering how long he’d deny himself during a scene.
Melody sighed, her muscles going lax, and she blinked almost sleepily. Her eyes appeared to be glazed with the aftermath of her orgasm.
Kawan was looking forward to winding her back up again.
