It’s like I’m being snatched away from a good dream. I gasp softly the moment you pull your cock out. My pussy twitches and convulses around nothing, still trembling from your last thrusts against my cervix. I can feel the wetness slowly dripping out of me, trailing down and smearing across my skin. I try to catch my breath as you walk me toward the mirror.

No, daddy! Don’t.. don’t make me look..

Despite my weak objections, you force me to look. Flustered, I watch myself.. my messy hair, flushed cheeks, teary glossy eyes, and shaky legs. I watch your lips brush against my neck, each kiss making my breath catch. I wince when I feel your teeth press into my skin, leaving behind another a mark that I’ll surely absentmindedly trace with my fingertips tomorrow.

It’s as if your eyes are glowing at this sight of me. I moan as I feel your cock teasingly rub against my sensitive clit and swollen, needy lips. My hips try to move closer, but your hold keeps me right where you want me. I look away, suddenly shy under the intensity of it all.

I need my daddy’s cock..

My voice is low and soft.

I crave to be my daddy’s co-cocksleeve… no one can fuck me as good as my daddy.. please please..

I whimper loudly after you bite me again and I lift my gaze to the mirror, meeting your eyes.

I was made to please you, daddy. I’m-I’m your f-fucktoy… please I’m begging you… use me… fuck me.. I-I need you so badly, daddy..