the thought of cassie pretty much expecting victoria to have a mommy kink. she feels kinda bad for assuming, but, well... she was very much there as victoria's mother reamed her out in front of the department, walked away from a softly spoken I love you... too... victoria's shiny eyes finding cassie's.
of course cassie ached for her, hurt for her. her poor, sweet girl. but, yeah, she was... she was expecting a mommy to slip out of victoria the first time they were in bed. sue her.
cassie steeled herself for it. partially because it's never really been her thing, and partially because she'd already swallowed waves of guilt, convincing herself, deluding herself into thinking she was just 'taking care' of victoria. the girl had practically begged for this, and who was cassie to say no? victoria deserves to feel good, too, doesn't she?
it took her completely off guard, when victoria dug her nails into cassie's back, clawing and clinging, whimpering the cutest little noises, and in the midst of it whining out a please, daddy, pleaseâ
oh. oh. cassie has to stifle a groan, heat burning low in her gut, pulsing in her neglected cunt as she rams her strap into victoria's drooling pussy, listening to more hiccuped moans of daddy, daddy, daddyâ o-ohh, mmhâ
oh, fuck. cassie likes that wayyy more than she should. way fucking more than she should.
shit, baby, yeah? you need a daddy? you need your daddy to take such good care of you? what a sweet girl, fuckâ god, baby, such a good fuckin girlâ mmh, daddy's favorite girl...
