kept me in the dungeon since valentine's day, i said daddy 'why r uso mean to me'. he says 'to make the good times even better ;]' after emerging fom the darkness, i moved my bruised, degraded body over him and he made me dance my romance onto his groin like a ravenous ♥♥♥♥♥ puppet who had heard music for the first time. his schaft grinded against my insides, swirling and hitting every angle making me feel like a little girl again. the pain was immense but the discomfort was surpassed by the amount of pleasure daddy was allowing me. the wailing aches of my tight crevices were quickly pacified by jealous satisfaction that came in waves and always seemed to come at just the right time to allow me to continue despite my painful apprehension. after what seemed like days of lovemaking, he finished and i finished correspondingly. he always had my body but that night, i left a part of my soul on his bed. daddy's always right, sometimes the bad times make the good times even sweeter ;3