I KNOW after ballet Mikey’s making you perform what you learned in the living room for him. “dad’s little baby is so talented”
It ends in a serious fingering
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you’re showing him how flexible you’ve become and somehow it ends with you on the couch, his fingers buried deep inside of you as he kneels in front of you. he’s scissoring you open with his index finger and middle finger, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit until you’re shaking. you’re weakness for dad’s fingers should be studied. the way you fold as soon as he places a hand in between your thighs has a humiliating thrill michael will always sink his teeth into.
“you’re gonna ruin my tights, dad!” you whine, biting the pillow while his fingers rip apart the seam located near your crotch. he doesn’t have time to get your little skirt off, pull each leg down, then wrangle you out of your panties. mikey knows he has to get straight to the source, which means lifting your skirt around your hips, ripping through your tights, and pulling your panties to the side. this isn’t his first rodeo.
“daddy buys these for you. i’ll get you some new ones, bunny, don’t stress.”
and when he’s done fingering you, and you’ve successfully squirted all over the couch and soaked your pretty pink tights, mikey is saying something like, “oh baby… you had a little accident. don’t be embarrassed. it happens to a lot of girls, sweetheart.”