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Sighing heavily, you shift around like you always do— trying to find a comfy way to sit, with something hard and large uncomfortably pressing into you. Making those tingly feelings appear.

Daddy rubs your thigh with one hand, clicking open a video with the other. Ignoring your whine when you see what he chose, “But daddy, I don’t want to—“

“It’s okay baby, just ignore it and sip on this.” He hands you a drink, and motions to a snack on the desk. It’s hard to ignore the loud moans echoing out of the speaker, let alone the loud wet slapping sounds, or the way the man moaned. Daddy’s hips bounce up.

“Let’s play horsey, baby.” That was your cue to start those cute little bounces in his lap, bouncing your butt against that hard thing. You know you’re being good when you hear daddy’s breath catch in his throat.

“Daddy, it tingles—“

“I know, I know— chase those tingles baby, doesn’t it feel good? Y-yeah, rub just like that...” he leaned back in his seat, holding your hips securely as he helped to grind you against his tent. One hand sliders up your front, groping at your chest a little, before sliding back down to toy with your private parts.

The video ends, but he keeps going. Clicking onto one video after the next, allowing you to hug your plushie as he played with you. Panting against your neck, he lifts you up and drops you down again, rutting up hard as he unloaded into his pants.

Huffing, panting, he pushes you off his lap and onto your wobbly legs against your protests. “Playtime is over baby, go lay down.”

That's right. Come sit on me. Put your teeth right here. That's a good puppy. Bite down.

Now, now. I know you're nervous. Don't be. You'll know if you're being too rough, if you've bitten too hard, by the way my hands grip your hair. By the way my fingers squeeze your jaw. How my nails dig into your flesh when I tell you no.

But you're such a good puppy. You don't mean to. You just have to learn! That's riii--iight... Oh, you found a very sensitive spot, didn't you, pet? Did you like the sound I made just now?

you follow them in, deep enough that you can't see the houses anymore. you carefully make your way through thorny brambles - sharper than you expect - as they easily navigate ahead. your clothes are covered in burs by the time you make it to the clearing of tall grasses. your cheeks are flushed from the cold bite of the wind. but your friend has finally stopped and turned back toward you, excited smile on their face.

you look around. nothing but trees and undergrowth in any direction. none of the plants strike you as anything interesting.

"so, what did you want to show me out here?" you ask.