needy thing

“everything is how it will always be” : blinkies under cut, be careful, kay?

or…

dad who’s tummy fits perfectly into my back when he’s hunched over me.

“dad, you made me choke :(“ because he’d previously never done that before— and he goes

“oh? did i? i’m sorry baby.” and he pats my head before stroking my cheek and directing my mouth back onto his dick again. obviously i take it back into my mouth, but he chokes me again and instead of letting me off, continues to go deeper inside of my throat.

“come on, i know you can take it. mmf- fuck. good fucking boy—there we go.”

something funny happens on the tv or you do something really cool with your toys and you want to show dad so you turn around only to realize that he’s not even paying attention to you. he has his eyes on his phone with his shirt pushed up as he plays with his cock.

slowly, you waddle over to him, toys in hand, and get on your knees in between his legs, watching how he strokes it. how he seems to like being particularly rough or soft on some areas of it. tentatively, hands an iron grip on your toys from earlier, you mouth his tip. feeling around the raw heat with your tongue.

he sighs, laying in the pleasure as he pats your head. “finally, was wondering when you’d notice…good, my sweet, good..” when he starts pulling you down so you can cover the length of his cock, your hands come up to settle on either side of his thighs. toys valiantly not forgotten but definitely not your main focus now as your cunt twitches in response.