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he’d drive us back to the airbnb, so completely sober just as he had intended to be. the car ride would be a blur, a flurry of touches under his t-shirt and his hands on my thighs inching up beneath my skirt, leaning over to try and unbuckle his jeans but giving up in a fit of giggles because “it’s too difficult.” we’d get there and he’d help me out the car, and up the stairs to our place. i’d start undressing as soon as we got inside because everything would be too hot. he’d help me, loosening the tie of my wrap top and exposing my tits because ofcourse i hadn’t worn a bra. he’d unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor to leave me bare before helping me into the shower.

everything would be a blur from there on. he’d have his pretty little girl so drunk and fucked out that he could do anything he wants to her. touch her up in the shower and rub his cock against her tight little asshole that she always protested against but now wouldn’t have the energy to. maybe he’d just inch a finger in, or the tip of his cock. he’s sure she wouldn’t mind, not that she’d be able to protest. he’d having her up against the wall of the shower, fingers drilling into her soaking pussy and making her cum over and over again, pretty little cries of ecstasy echoing along the bathroom walls. if the neighbours could hear he didn’t care. he always loved how loud she got for him, how she wasn’t afraid to show how good he made her feel. she’d squirt all over his hand and forearm and he’d crouch down to lick all over her folds, leaving her raw and overstimulated as he makes her cum again on his tongue. he’d practically be holding her up entirely at this point, her figure limp and her eyes barely able to stay open. he’d help her out the shower and dry her off before carrying her to the bed. she wouldn’t be able to keep herself up, falling back onto the bed immediately as he set her down. any words that tumbled out her mouth weren’t coherent, a series of mumbles and whines.

this was exactly what he had wanted. to see his little girl so fucked that she couldn’t process a single thought or have any control over what she was doing or what he did to her. his cock would be achingly hard, staring at her limp form on the bed and her fluttering eyes as she struggled not to pass out. she’d mumble his name a few times, hand reaching out to him. “it’s okay baby, im here” he’d tell her, leaning up to leave kisses along her chest right up to her neck. “just need to use that pretty pussy of yours.”

the next morning i’d wake up next to him, bits and pieces of the night coherent in my head and the rest of it so blurry. there’d be a dull ache between my legs and i’d be so sensitive as i reach to feel the sticky substance leaking out my pussy. he was already awake beside me, watching as i tried my best to register what happened last night. “don’t worry you little brain,” he’d say as he pulls me into him. “there’s videos of all it.”