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SCARLETT
His gigantic head rested at my much smaller entrance, and it surprised me how erotic the velvety smooth bulk of him rubbing circles around my most private hole was. Secretive and a little sinful, so naughty you wouldn’t say it out loud. Only he made me—say it out loud.
“Tell Daddy. What does his little girl want?”
“I want you in my… um, tiny hole back there.” I said it into the comforter on my bed. I wanted nothing more than having his sizable johnson thrust up my back passage.
“Speak up, little girl. Use your words or Daddy can’t give you what you want.” He pulled my head back off the mattress by my long blonde hair.
I looked back at him over my shoulder, aroused by the sheer sight of him in my bed, and it drove me to say, “f**k me. f**k my a*s, Daddy.” I pushed my a*s b
