“everything is how it will always be” : blinkies under cut, be careful, kay?

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“everything is how it will always be” : blinkies under cut, be careful, kay?
the art of being each others safe place
share your soul with me
sitting on the couch with dad who casually has a hand under my shirt or down my pants.
dad fucking into and rubbing me so good that i hold onto his arm and brace myself against his fingers. he stops rubbing immediately and slows his pace, “nuh uh, gotta hold on a little longer than that.” and he starts up again—i try my hardest not to, but the building pressure in my hips grows persistent and the burning in my tummy begins to roar. eventually (and, of course, inevitably) i begin blabbering and begging…
dad making fun of me because i always cum too fast and way too hard vs me who whines and blames him because he always makes me feel too good way to quick
hand or toy?
…decisions decisions
dad sitting me on his bare lap, our sensitive skin flush together as he gently guides himself inside of me. gruff groans and sweet moans filling the living room as i finally bottom out. we’re both heavy breathing and then he pats my bum and when my eyes meet his, he stares intensely at me. there’s a questioning silence for a second before he says:
“go on bud. use dad.”
i purse my lips because, what does he mean? but then he directs my hips back and forth instead of up and down how we usually do and it feels so much better. when it seems like i’ve finally got the hang of it he’s takes his hands off of my hips, rests his arms on the back of the couch and enjoys the show.
“there we go kid, good boy…”
and i’m left to chase my own pleasure, hands alternating between being fisted into the greater pieces of his shirt and using the momentary grip i have on his inner thighs to pull my hips forward and back in that intoxicating, feel-good rhythm—riding and grinding as i try to use him and cum as instructed.
Epic trade offer! You give me one unit of tenderness and intimacy and I give you a violent obsession that increases constantly
imagine we’re dating and it’s a crazy ass age gap so when people look on the home/lock screen of your phone and see me they coo and go “who’s that?” and you say, “my son!” with a big bright smile on your face.
your blog is so beautiful thank u thank u
hehe thankies nonny ❤️
if my account gets termed i’m moving completely to fet ezpz. find me there under the same name.
coming up to dad and grinding my button on his knee with tears in my eyes, begging and babbling about how i wanna buzz. and he chuckles and caresses my cheek before picking me up and taking me to our room where the vibrator is to overstimulate me for hours.
Tell me im you're favourite again im gonna cum
dad pounding into and squeezing me so hard that i sound like a squeaky toy