Dirty Little Slut’s Torture

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I was Daddy’s dirty little slut, and I lived for his BDSM chat. My nipples were hard, my pussy dripping with need as I begged, “Tie me up, Daddy. Use me, abuse me, torture me.” My body was aching for it, trembling in sweet anticipation.

I felt the cool ropes against my skin, tightening around my wrists and ankles, leaving me helpless and exposed. Daddy was a master of this game; I could hear his heavy breathing, his hand stroking his cock. “Cum eating phone sex, slut,” he growled, and I moaned, my cunt clenching at the thought.He gave me his cum, making me guzzle it till I was full. I could taste it, the bitter tang of his release filling my mouth. “Such a good slut,” he praised, and I preened under his words. “I’m yours to use,” I whispered back, craving more.

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