Untitled @megareneable1985-blog - Tumblr Blog

Posts

femsisssy-deactivated20260224

squirt

hornybozz1

Fill my mouth with that cock

small-dck-energy

smll-dck-nrg1

analbbb

Meeting each other

rebootwivesgfsfriends-deactivat

bigtittys4u

haileyriveraa

ickytreats

That's it pretty girl, he groans softly as I sit between his legs sucking on his cock. Being so good for me, daddy doesn't know what he did to deserve such a precious thing. He softly pets my hair as the bell around my neck rings when I bob my head. Suddenly he holds my face still, making me look up at him as his cock pulses in my mouth. Too cute with cock filling your mouth, he boops my nose before pulling me up. Watching me pant with hazy eyes, lips glossy, and face flushed. I give him a small smile as his cock stands in front of my face. He lightly hits my face a couple times, that's my girl.

He pulls me back in by the bell, my mouth going back on his cock. An obedient little thing, she just wants to behave for me. He fucks up into my mouth, spit and precum dripping from my lips down to my tits. So good for me, he moans and throws his head back. You just love to get praised, he shakes his head. Willing to suck my cock just to hear good words from me, he pulls me off of his cock once again, I quickly nod, and the bell rings around the room. He softly wipes my face off, good girl... Hands and knees. I quickly get into position, sticking my bottom out for him with a cute shake. He lands a hard hit on it before spreading me open. Aw...baby why didn't you say you had a mess forming? Doing so well pleasing daddy...little girl forgot about herself, he laughs softly.

I feel him drag the tip of his cock through my slits and whine. He rubs the tip of his cock right on my clit for a couple seconds. Such pretty noises out of my pretty girl, he coos as he drags his cock back up. Suddenly pushing in at one go makes me gasp and grab onto the ground. The bell rang once again at the sudden movement. He moans deeply as his grip on my hip tightens. Pulling back completely before snapping his hips back into me. Good girl, he grunts as he starts fucking me. The sound of his hips hitting me, the wetness of my cunt, our moans, and that bell. You don't need to think, you just take and daddy will do the rest. He spanks me again before going to pull on my hair. Shaking so bad baby... You like taking Daddy's cock? Like being fucked and told your being so good? Yeah, this is what good girls get. They don't need to ask to cum, he groans when I tighten around him.

That's it, cum on this cock... Know you can do it, let it go for Daddy. He grunts in my ear before biting down on my shoulder. A smile cry leaves my lips as I shake and cum on his cock. Cum dripping down from between us as he pulls away for a second. Not being able to hold myself up I drop. Look at that mess, he laughs proudly. Good girl, he pushes back into me, this time pinning me to the ground. No place to escape his cock. Such a good girl taking this cock, he kisses my cheek as I get overstimulated. I whine and hit the floor, don't try and escape it. You can take it sweetie, I know you can. His fingers dig into me, he's close.

I stop hitting the floor and take it, shaking and small squeaks leaving my lips. Daddy's going to cum in you, cum in this tight cunt. He moans before pushing inside completely. Every single inch inside me as he cums. Panting and pulling away to watch how my hips fall to the floor. My shaking thighs spread just enough to watch his own cum drip down and onto the floor. Proudly smiling before flipping me over to my back. Good girl, he kisses me. Did such a good job for me, another kiss. His hand going between my legs, my hips jolt, and he collects to dripping cum to fuck it back into me. Fuck, he laughs softly and gives me another kiss. Daddy's not done...but I think my princess can have a small...small break.

wanders-in-wonderland

Imagine his voice whispering in your ear while he's fucking you hard enough to shake the bed.

“That's it, you're doing such a good job, taking me so well, being such a good girl for me. Look at you, so perfect, so pretty."

You're whining, moaning, whimpering desperately as every thrust overwhelms your senses. He's cooing at you, so sweet but so mean.

“There it is, I know just where you need it, don’t I? My sweet responsive girl. You can’t hide a thing from me, not a single slutty sound. Let me hear you. Every pretty little sound is mine."

Then, he pulls away just to be mean, drawing a plaintive whine from you. The dark satisfied arrogance is clear as day in his voice.

“So greedy. My greedy little girl. Can’t even wait a second, can you?”

He sinks back into you slowly, torturously, and you're crying, a broken, beautiful sound.

“There. See? Daddy gives you what you need.”

You're pulsing around him, pussy dripping around his cock.

“You feel that? You feel how deep I am? How full you are? That’s all me. I’m the only thing in that pretty little head of yours right now, aren’t I?”

And when he finally lets you cum, it's a bone-deep surge of pleasure, your brain scrambling to make sense of it all.

“That’s right. Mine. This tight, perfect cunt is mine. You come for me. You come on my cock, and you thank me for it. Do you understand?”

You're babbling nonsense, not a single thought left in your head. There's only him, overtaking every thought, every sense, every cell.

lilangelbuds

Daddy sneaking into his little girls room cause he can’t bare fucking his wife anymore, shes just to boring. He needs his little tight daughter. Shoving her stuffed animal in her arms as he fucks her and tells her to muffle herself with the stuffed toy so mommy won’t hear.

The door creaked open just enough to let him slip inside, the dim glow of the hallway light casting a sliver of illumination across the room. He paused, listening for the steady rhythm of his wife’s breathing from down the hall. Silence. Good. She was asleep, lost in whatever mundane dream her dull existence conjured up. His heart thrummed in his chest, a mix of anticipation and guilt, though the latter was quickly drowned out by the insistent pull of desire. He couldn’t help it anymore, he needed her. His little girl.

She lay curled up in her bed, the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin blanket. Her stuffed animal, a faded rabbit with one ear slightly drooping, was clutched to her chest, her fingers curled around it even in sleep. He moved closer, his footsteps silent on the carpet, until he was standing beside her bed. For a moment, he just looked at her, taking in the way her lips parted slightly, the way her hair fanned out across the pillow like a dark halo. She was so innocent, so pure, and yet he couldn’t stop the hunger that gnawed at him.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her eyelids fluttered, and she stirred, inhaling sharply as her eyes blinked open. She looked up at him, confusion flickering across her features before recognition set in. “D-Daddy?” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.” He reached for the stuffed rabbit, gently prying it from her grasp. Her fingers tightened for a moment, but he shushed her again, his tone soothing. “Hold this for me, okay? Right here.” He pressed the rabbit into her arms, guiding her to hold it close to her chest. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Her confusion deepened, but she obeyed, her fingers clutching the worn fabric. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “We have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for Daddy? Can you be quiet?”

She nodded, her eyes wide and uncertain. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of affection and something darker, something primal. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a featherlight kiss. She stiffened, her breath catching, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to trace her bottom lip until she parted them with a soft gasp.

His hand slid down her body, over the curve of her hip, and under the hem of her nightgown. She flinched, a small whimper escaping her lips, but he shushed her again, his voice firm. “Hold your bunny, sweetheart. Remember, we have to be quiet.” She nodded, her fingers tightening around the stuffed animal as his hand crept higher, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

He could feel her trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as his fingers traced closer to where she was warm and wet. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “Daddy’s here. I’ll take care of you.” His fingers found her entrance, and he let out a low groan at how tight she was, how wet she was already. He pushed a single finger inside, her body tensing around him as she bit down on her lip to stifle a cry.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. “Just like that. Keep holding your bunny, baby. Be quiet for Daddy.” He began to move his finger, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she struggled to keep her composure. Her hips twitched, her body betraying her even as she tried to stay still.

He added a second finger, stretching her even further, and she let out a muffled whimper, burying her face in the rabbit’s soft fur. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her inexperience only making her tighter, more irresistible. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he praised, his voice a low rumble. “Daddy’s so proud of you.”

He withdrew his fingers, earning a soft whine of protest, but she quickly fell silent as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper sliding down seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, and he made a mental note to switch them later; he couldn’t afford to wake his wife. Not now. Not when he was so close.

He freed himself from the confines of his pants, his erection straining against the cool air of the room. He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving a few slow strokes as he positioned himself between her legs. “This might hurt a little, baby,” he warned, his voice gentle despite the fire raging inside him. “But Daddy will make it feel good, okay?”

She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers white-knuckled around the rabbit. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, and with a single, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, and he quickly pressed the rabbit to her mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Be quiet. Just hold on to Daddy.”

He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, but the urge to move was overwhelming. He began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster. Her muffled whimpers only fueled his desire, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he drove into her again and again.

Her nails dug into his back, her body arching against his as he claimed her, each thrust deeper, more desperate than the last. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body responding to his even as her mind struggled to process what was happening. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock.”

Her body shuddered beneath him, her muffled cries growing louder as she teetered on the edge of release. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, rapid circles. Her back arched, her body trembling as she came undone, her walls spasming around him in a way that made him groan with pleasure.

He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her, his release hot and claiming. For a moment, he stayed there, his body pressed against hers, his breaths mingling with her soft, shaky ones. Then, slowly, he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

She lay there, her chest heaving, her fingers still clutching the rabbit. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You were so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So, so good.”

She didn’t respond, her eyes still closed, her body trembling. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep now, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Daddy’s got you.”

She nodded weakly, her body curling into his as exhaustion claimed her. He lay there, holding her, his mind already racing with the thought of when he could have her again. Not that it mattered, he’d find a way. He always did.

justforthefunofit10

itsokdaddyshere2

You're going to lie on your tummy, spread your legs, and hold your ankles, princess. That's my girl. Now, daddy's going to tease you, and if you let go of your ankles this needy little pussy is going to get a good, hard smack, ok?

daddys-favourite-secret

Squirt

“How much longer til we make it back to the cabin?” you sigh.

He glances down at his smart watch, the small face bright in the gloom. “GPS says about another quarter mile.”

Groaning, you tip your head back, raindrops smattering across your face and down your neck. “Whose bright idea was it to go on a hike today?”

He grins, "Believe it was you this time, squirt.”

Trudging forward, you shake your head, “Ew, you know I hate that nickname.”

“Come on,” your dad needles you, laughing at your sour face. “It’s cute.”

“Uh huh,” you roll your eyes, then gesture to the trail in front of you. “Following your lead here, Dad”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand at you and steps out in front. “Make your old man slug it out first. I get it.”

Rolling your eyes again, you give his broad shoulders a light push, meaning it solely as a joke—something you’ve done a thousand times before—however, because of the sudden deluge of water, the trail is nothing but a slippery, muddy mess, and he loses his balance.

He begins to fall backwards, and you try to catch him, but it’s a moot point; he just has too much weight on you. Both of you crash down onto the ground, He sprawled on top of you, leaving you both coated in mud. Wincing, you try to raise up at the same time He turns on his side, and you end up pinned underneath his body.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you valiantly stifle the whine in your throat. It’s unfair to have your hot dad pressing you into the ground, pelvis to pelvis, while mud and leaves are seeping into your clothes.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs a little deprecatingly as he finally hoists himself up, stretching a hand out toward you. “Guess we’ll need to clean up in the outdoor shower.”

Heart tripping over itself, you nod, “Sure.”

Turning his back to you, he curses under his breath, “Good thing it’s insulated, huh.”

Head dizzy at the thought of seeing your dad strip down in front of you, you can only cough out a strangled yep. Shooting a look over his shoulder, you smile tightly.

“Must be a frog in my throat,” you joke weakly.

It’s enough to make him grin and chuckle.

“Well, Kermit, let’s get outta here.”

“Does that make you Miss Piggy?”

“Ha, ha, aren’t you funny?”

“Learned from the best.”

A comfortable silence falls between you, only broken up by the sound of rain and your trampling footsteps. Making it back to the cabin, you follow behind your dad as he walks to the lean-to built onto the side of the building. A shower stall’s setup alongside the house, protected from the elements by the sheltered roof. Glancing at it, it doesn’t seem like a lot, but it's fairly spacious inside with a little shower bench.

“C’mon,” He nods his head at the stall, kicking his boots off and starting to unbutton his jeans. “We’ll both hop in in our undies and get clean in one go. Save time, so we can get started on dinner and warm up.”

You feel faint, blood surging hotly through your veins. “Um, s-sure. Quick and easy, right?”

He chuckles, “That’s the spirit, squirt.”

Arousal dampening a smidge from the silly nickname, it revs back up when he turns his back to you and bends over to take off his jeans and socks. Biting your lip, you press the dough of your thighs together, eyes drinking in his toned form. Once he’s down to his briefs, he steps into the shower stall, holding the door open as he cuts on the water.

“Hurry it up, sweetheart, haven’t got all day,” he sing songs.

In no time at all, you stand next to your dad wearing only a sports bra and boy shorts, brain overrun with thoughts of his half naked body. You bite back a gasp when his hand comes up to press between your shoulder blades, ushering you into the shower. He steps in behind you and shuts the door.

It’s wide but not very deep due to the bench. As you both try to rinse off, you’re rubbing up against your dad in an almost obscene way. You really aren’t doing it on purpose, but he finally grabs you by the hips and stills your movement with a cut off groan.

“Dad?”

“Sorry,” he mumbles behind you, fingers gripping you tightly as he lets out a breath. “I didn’t—it’s been a while and just—that’s no excuse, ‘m sorry.”

Your heart beats a staccato in your throat, and you rock yourself back, ass brushing against his stiff cock.

“Oh, dad,” you whimper, and he inhales a sharp breath. “That’s so hot.”

He doesn’t stop you from pressing your ass fully against his chubbed cock, grinding back against him with a moan. His grip shifts, and he guides your hips into a rhythm that makes your toes curl, knowing your dad is getting off to this just as much as you are.

“Daddy,” you whine, reaching one hand over your head to drape over his shoulder. “Touch me, please.”

His hands move from your hips to drag along your sides until he’s groping your breasts through your flimsy bra.

“Take it off,” he tells you, voice thick with lust. “Show daddy these tits of yours, baby.”

Slick floods the gusset of your panties while you eagerly strip your bra off, dropping it to the shower floor with a splat. His hands immediately grope and squeeze your breasts, fingers tweaking and tugging your hard nipples.

“Daaaad,” you moan, hips rocking back against his while he plays with your tits.

“Hang on,” he mutters, one hand disappearing, and you hear him shift behind you. Glancing down, you see him kick his underwear off to the side, making you whimper.

“There we go,” he sighs, slipping his cock between your thighs. “Mmm, so soft. And..”

He trails off, and you feel him guide his cock up to rub against the outline of your cunt. “So wet, baby. S’this all for me? What a dirty girl.”

He coos the last sentence in your ear, and you melt against him, keening low in your throat. “Daddy, please.”

He pulls back and turns you around to face him; your dilated eyes rake down his body, taking in his thick, dripping cock. He yanks your panties down, and you step out of them.

“Pretty pussy,” he groans, fingers skating along your slit, smearing slick along your cunt and his fingers.

“Dad,” you tilt your head. “Kiss me.”

“Baby,” he rumbles in your ear, and your hands grip onto his biceps, pulling him into a wet kiss.

He slips his tongue past your parted lips, groaning as he licks into your mouth. You’re so turned on, it feels like your brain is melting from your ears. He ruts between your thighs, cock dragging precum all over your pussy lips, parting your slick folds to nudge against your clit.

“Want it,” you pant, pulling away. “Want your cock.”

“Yeah?” He drops his hand down to grip the base of his dick, guiding the tip until he’s pressing against your hole. “Want daddy to stuff your pretty pussy?”

“Please, please, please,” you chant under your breath, eyes wide as they watch him tease the tip in and out of your fluttering cunt. “Dad, please, I wanna fuck you.”

“God,” he groans, sinking halfway into your snug pussy. “Take it then, sweetheart, since you want it so bad.”

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck,” you moan and whine, hands gripping his shoulders but making sure to keep your nails from scratching him up. No need to give your mum any suspicions.

Once he’s buried completely in your wet heat, he grabs your thighs and picks you up. Without pulling out, he walks you both back so he can sit down on the bench. Your knees settle on the outside of his thighs, letting you sink down on his cock until the tip kisses your cervix.

“So deep,” you slur, that pinch of pain making you clamp down on his dick. “Daddy, no one’s ever been this deep.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, hips snapping up, making you squeal as he knocks against the opening to your womb. “This sweet pussy’s never had a dick this big?”

Shaking your head rapidly, you sling water everywhere, “Nooo.”

“Goddamn,” he bites out, pulling you into a spit filled kiss. “Gonna dick down my little girl like she deserves.”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, kissing him between all your little moans and pants. “Give it to me, daddy.”

“Gonna let daddy breed your little pussy, sweetheart? Hmm?” He teases against your lips, warm palm cupping your lower belly. “Put a baby right here if you let me cum in this soft pussy, cream you nice and deep.”

Shuddering, more slick leaks from your cunt, coating his cock, while your nails claw at his back, totally forgetting about not leaving any marks, “Dad, y-you can’t—we shouldn’t, it’s bad.”

“So bad,” he simpers, kissing your neck. “But doesn’t it feel good? C’mon you know you want it. Let daddy stuff your sweet cunt, baby.”

Nodding, you kiss him, sloppily making out underneath the shower spray. His fat tip drags against your g-spot on every thrust, fucking you better than your last boyfriend by far. It really shouldn’t be this good between father and daughter, but now that you know how sweet this forbidden fruit truly is, you never want to stop.

He pulls away to mouth kisses across your jaw and down your neck, nipping at your pulse point. Drooling, you pant and gasp, knees digging into the tiled bench of the shower as He pounds into your clenching heat.

“Fuck, pussy’s so much better than your mother’s,” he grunts, fingers digging into your hips. “Like this tight hole’s made for my cock.”

“Daddy,” you whine, and he groans, biting down on the swell of your breast. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He slows his pace, dragging his cock in and out of your cunt in deep strokes until you’re writhing against him.

“Want it fast,” you pout. “Please?”

“Don’t like being teased?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss on each of your nipples. “Let daddy play with you a little, sweetheart.”

Clit aching, you rock yourself against him. “But dad—“

“Shhh,” he nips at your stiff nipples, and you whine. “Just let me enjoy it. God, you’re so sexy.”

Pussy fluttering around his cock, you whimper, and he groans in satisfaction. “You like that? Yeah, best little pussy daddy’s ever had.”

He fucks you slow and deep, cock pumping in and out of your pussy while his mouth and tongue tease your nipples.

“Just think, if you let daddy knock you up, these gorgeous tits will be full of milk.” He bites roughly at your nipple, a sharp pleasure that makes your pussy flutter. “Then daddy would have to help milk these fat tits every day.”

You hump down on his cock, thighs burning as you fuck yourself faster and harder against him. “Oh, god, dad, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Fuck,” he groans, moving a hand between your bodies to strum across your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Little clit’s so fat and slippery, baby.”

Keening, you thrash against him, arousal building higher and higher until it’s all white noise in your head. “‘M so close.”

“Cum for me, let daddy feel this little cunt squeeze his dick,” he coos. “Be a good girl and cream all over my cock.”

He pinches your clit a little harder, and it’s enough to snap that band wound tight in your lower belly. Your climax hits you hard, pussy squirting slick as your walls clench over and over while you shudder and writhe in his lap.

“Oh fuck,” he chuckles in disbelief. “Squirt’s more than just a nickname, huh?”

Thighs twitching, you slump against him, muscles too weak to keep you up. He wraps his thick arms around you and begins to pound up into your sopping wet pussy.

“Gonna cum, oh fuck, gonna nut in your hot little pussy, oh, oh, yeah, take it, gonna knock my daughter’s fat pussy up, breed your sweet little cunt,” he babbles against your neck, cock throbbing in your fluttering walls. “Oh, fuuuck.”

He buries himself to the hilt, shooting rope after rope of hot, thick cum inside your puffy cunt, letting your snug pussy milk every drop. He doesn’t pull out when he leans back and takes your chin in hand. He tugs you into a soft kiss, the sweetest one that you’ve shared thus far.

“Let’s go inside and continue this,” he nips your bottom lip. “We’ll worry about the consequences later. Daddy hasn’t had enough.”

He palms your belly, “Gotta make sure it sticks, too.”

A dull throb echoes through your cunt, “Okay, dad.”