"I'm going to fuck you until you say you're sorry for being a fucking brat," he snarled in my ear.
"Yes, Daddy" I moaned while his fingers moved in sync in pussy.
"Brava ragazza," he cooed.
[Good girl]
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Naina Patel- A 21 year old genius lawy...
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I realized I left my helmet and shoes halfway home. Well YOLO, I park in the parking garage, stepping off my bike I try my to tip toe my way back to the apartment in order to avoid stray glass pieces. I unlock my door and am immediately swept off my feet by Rocky. His cute blue eyes and little paws, my baby. I took him potty, quickly I hoped those guys didn't follow me home, thank god I got away.
It was already 11, but tomorrow was Saturday, so I was off work, again thank god. I wasn't going to go to bed just yet, so I changed into my PJ's (which were boyshorts and a sweatshirt) , did my skin and hair care, turned on Friends, and snuggled with Rocky. For a puppy he is pretty energetic, but I leave him with the neighbors during the day, so he is all played out. I put on the show, and by the 2nd episode Rocky had made himself comfortable on my lap. His warmth was soothing and I found myself drifting off as well.
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the next morning
Sunshine covered my face, as I slowly peeled open my eyes. Rocky had moved to his crate in the middle of the night, gosh he's so fricking cute. I stretch my arms and slowly pick myself up from the couch. I stalk over to the kitchen and scan through my cabinets. Pancakes? Nah. Eggs? Nah? Cereal? Hell Yeah! I grab the half empty box of cereal, and pour it into a bowl, then I open the refrigerator and reach for the milk. Shit, we are out of milk, I need milk. I slap my hand across my face.
"Fine,"I huff out. I consume the dry Fruit Loops, and decide that I need to go shopping anyway.
I go inside my room to shower because my hair looks like a bird's nest. The hot water soothes my tense muscles, but as I'm washing my hair my mind trails off to yesterday's events. Those guys, they are dangerous, could they find me, my mind races, they were scary, but screw them, my subconscious reminds me.
My hair is washed, body cleaned, I feel fresh. I lotion up, brush my teeth, and pick out an outfit. I chose a white cropped tank top and baggy, striped, sweatpants. I stared at myself in the mirror, I see my tits are out, damn I'm hot. I quickly braidedhair into two ponytails and scurried out the door.
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