Devil’s Daughter

The thought of corrupting a shy virgin is so cute? They so nervous yet eager; lips parting to let out their first moans and gasp of pleasure-watching how their body squirms from the subtlest of touches and being the first person to ever make them feel like that. "Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude." "Shh...just a little bit more." "You know, red." He warned biting my lower lip. "I think we should try again with the spanking. I could make it more alluring. Make you love it." I felt my lower regions throb as his lips caressed my neck. His hands trailed down my body and found their way under my silky black nightdress. Tugging at the hem of my thong he then slipped in a finger and ran it up and down my hot wet slit. Warning This story contains strong adult language Mature scenes, Uses of drugs, Violence All rights reserved Devil's Daughter. ©2025. Please don't steal my work, translate or rewrite. This story was written by me with my own ideas and identities. Thank you :) Languages Russian, French, Italian. I will be using Google translate so please don't attack me. Story input Began: 1 November 2025 Ended:?? Before you continue I wanted to say thank you for giving this story a chance and I love each and every one of you and thank you for supporting me.