I wish it was Daddy

Snuff phone sex

I was walking down the street enjoying the crisp evening air. I was trying to get to the library so I can study for my chemistry test. I can’t get anything done at home. Daddy is on a bender again, and feeling frisky. I needed to get away from him and escape. I kept looking over my shoulder expecting him to be there and grab me. I know exactly what would happen: he would drag me home by my hair and then force me to be his cum slut. He is so sick! Im his daughter! He loves to tell me that I get his cock harder than any other woman he has been with. I was lost in my head, I didn’t think anything about the car that slowed down after it passed me. The car pulled over and I kept thinking about the last time daddy forced his cock inside of me and I how I secretly kind of liked it.. That’s when it happened, some gang banger swung the back door of the car open and grabbed me. Took me right off the street at gunpoint. I couldn’t scream. I just accepted the fact that this was going to happen. Deep down I was almost reminiscent of Daddy. After years of abuse from someone much scarier than a street thug, I figured I may as well try to enjoy the ride!

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