every single day I am really close to ending it all, every time i look at daddy pig, I feel so many things, so many sparks and so many tingles every time I'm around him. I know that I'm wrong for feeling what i feel, but hey is it my fault that daddy pig is the most hottest thing on this planet. Daddy pig is the supreme emperor of me, and he can rock my world any time.
Whoever looks at daddy pig thinks he is the sanskaari types but little do they know, he is the exact opposite of what people perceive him to be. He can be sanskaari in front of my parents but behind them... he is a devil, literal devil. He creates devils inside of me and I cherish those devils.
One day, i walk into daddy pig, surfing the internet, i was so curious to see what he was looking at, to my delight i see him looking at shibari rope bondage, i told him once i was into that shit, and he... i start blushing hard.
the next day, i walk in to find many many ropes on my table, i touch them sexually, imagining myself tied up in those, my favorite one was the black colored and i couldn't wait to try this with daddy pig. i call him, "daddy..." with a pause in between, he looked up with a grin and i said, "...pig" he stares at me dead in the eye knowing very well i was teasing him, he smirks in an unamused way and walks up to me, his ass shaking left and right.
with his smol piggy hands he unzips his smol pants and takes out his humongous pink penis out. I touch it in disbelief with a small body like his i thought he would have a teeny weeny pp. It was just so long and perfect, i couldn't wait for that pinky ponko to go inside me
