gross plush

oh my god this feels good?? im so high fuck my udders already feel so swollen

first time being beat :3 i love how these look ⭐

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first time being beat :3 i love how these look ⭐

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kink market outfit :3 im veryyyy happy with it 🦭 (check rbs)

Inhaling sharply as you wake, feeling warm, buzzy and soft in your bed, but there’s a shape above you, weighing you down. You open your mouth to speak but realize there’s a rough palm clamped firmly over your mouth, so only a small whimper escapes. Something wet slips between your legs, sending sparks dancing across your vision as your Daddy’s face comes into focus above you.

“Easy, there, good boy. Just a little longer, it’s okay. Lie still, sweetheart,” he adds as you begin to squirm, feeling something wet skate over your t-cock. You can’t think. You know this is wrong. Daddy’s words are soothing as he begins to slide his cock against your growing nub, frotting against you. Your eyes roll back and you weakly try to push him off. Daddy continues his slow, teasing movements; he knows you took your shot tonight and your body is betraying you, flooded with hormones and a need to be used. Your cock twitches against his and he laughs softly.

“Just let Daddy do what Daddy needs to do. This will help your bottom growth, don’t you want that?” he mutters, voice straining as his cock slips, notching at your entrance. You freeze, but Daddy just keeps pressing forward, agonizingly slowly even as you’re whimpering and trying to twist out of his grasp. The stretch is unbearable and steals your breath away, impaling your tiny body on his massive cock, and you begin to shake as your body betrays you.

Daddy begins to thrust slowly, lazily, wet squelching noises making him smile. “See baby boy? You were made for me. You’re so good, you’re being so good and quiet for me. Don’t fight,” he warns with an edge to his voice as you begin to writhe again, and punctuates his point with a sharp thrust that makes your eyes roll back. “Good boy. My sweet little boy. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

He grinds against you, pubic hair rasping over your cock as he splits you open and uses your hole. “You’re becoming such a handsome young man, sweetheart,” he whispers, picking up his grindingly slow pace as he fucks into you. “I’m so proud of you. Let Daddy use you, baby. Shhhh. Don’t wake anyone up.”

He removes his hand from your mouth. You’re scared and confused and there’s this strange building heat between your legs. He reaches down between you and begins to jerk you off in time with his thrusts. “There you go,” he groans as you involuntarily tighten around him.

“Daddy, what’s happening?” you gasp as his skilled fingers pull you toward the point of no return. You’ve never touched yourself like this before, and this building heat is confusing.

“Shhh,” Daddy says, fucking you faster into the wet spot below you on the mattress. “It’s okay, Daddy’s got you. You’re being so good,” he moans as your cunt begins to flutter around his massive cock. Daddy’s fingers move faster, and your quiet unwilling moans fill the room.

“That’s right, sweetie. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Cmon. You can do it. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, but you have to cum, Daddy needs you to cum.”

You try to squirm away from the pleasure. You don’t want him to cum inside you, but Daddy’s grip is like steel and you begin to shake violently, mumbling, “Daddy— no, please, g-gonna—it feels— please don’t…” you’re still somehow staying quiet, obedient even as your hole is violated.

You know enough that Daddy could get you pregnant, and you’re trying to focus on anything else in the room to drag you back from the precipice you’re racing toward. Daddy’s clever fingers continue to milk your cock as his own angles into a spot that makes you see stars. Distantly, you realize you’re tearing up and moaning and begging but you can’t think straight and your nipples are dragging through his coarse chest hair as his breath gets more labored.

“It’s okay kiddo, let go, let go, if you cum I know you’re mine, if you cum I can tell you want this…”

You arch, gasping, shaking your head as your orgasm slams into you, convulsing and your hole involuntarily milking your Daddy’s cock. You feel the heat spreading through you as he squirts right up against your cervix and keeps rubbing your overstimulated cock as you gasp and writhe dumbly, a puppet for your Daddy’s needs. Maybe it is best to just let Daddy do the thinking. “There we go, good boy. Gotta make sure you take,” Daddy says, rolling his hips into yours. “One more for me, sweet boy, one more…” You struggle weakly, still shuddering and jerking helplessly.