Daddy's Little Angel
The thick vibrator was clearly visible, buried between my slick, creamy folds, its faint outline pressing against my inner walls as it buzzed away mercilessly.
I spread my legs wider on the chair, knees falling open like a cheap whore, and took more pictures , closeups of my messy cunt, the way my ruined thong was stuck to my holes, the shiny strings of my arousal dripping down to my asshole.
I knew he would see exactly how desperate I was for him. Mr. Parker had long since broken any habit I had of wearing proper underwear. He loved tearing them off me, ripping the delicate fabric to shreds with his teeth or bare hands because he wanted me bare, vulnerable, and ready for him at all times. T