I begged him to stop, hoping he'd keep going, knowing it made him hornier
. “Don't cry or you'll be given something to cry about,” he growled yanking on my hair. I tried to get on him and he pulled back, “Wait, baby,” he whispered, “you'll need to earn it
. . You’ve got your dad wrapped around your little finger
I begged him to stop, hoping he'd keep going, knowing it made him hornier
. “Don't cry or you'll be given something to cry about,” he growled yanking on my hair. I tried to get on him and he pulled back, “Wait, baby,” he whispered, “you'll need to earn it
. . You’ve got your dad wrapped around your little finger
I begged him to stop, hoping he'd keep going, knowing it made him hornier
. “Don't cry or you'll be given something to cry about,” he growled yanking on my hair. I tried to get on him and he pulled back, “Wait, baby,” he whispered, “you'll need to earn it
. . You’ve got your dad wrapped around your little finger
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