𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐂𝐇 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 :]

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲|☆🇫🇷🪶🫀

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𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴: Wet by Dazey and the Scouts

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Hypersexuality, past abuse, self-harm, slut shaming, self pleasure, romanticised abuse, language, misgendering

𝑇𝑒𝑥𝑡 = Flashback
𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘵 = Thinking

𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗏, 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

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France sat on their bed, head resting against the pillows as their body jerked forwards against their hand, an immediate response to the gentle movement they did with their fingers.
They quickly but somewhat gently swished their long, veiny fingers over their soaking wet entrance.

They took a deep breath, their body jerking up into a sitting position when their fingers danced over their sensitive cunt, the motion quick and as light as feather.

Not enough, not enough to satisfy the burning feeling of emptiness in their stomach.

"𝐷𝑢𝑚𝑏, 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑡. 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ."
𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑝, 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛.
"𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢."
𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛.

Again, their body jerked against the feeling of their fingertips gently poking against the velvety heat, their overwhelmed pussy soaked in it's own fluids, dripping down on the cherry red covers of the bed. France let out a loud whine, like a cry of both pain and pleasure, unevenly balanced between the two.
They laid down on their chest and stomach, hands stuck under their body, still trying to reach deeper into their wet cavern.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡."

A low moan escaped their lips, the feeling of tightness in their stomach only increased.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

A feeling of relief rushed through them when they finally could rock their body back and forth on their fingers, like one would usually do with the male sex organ.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦..."

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

The knot in their stomach finally snapped, causing them to let out a loud moan, their release flowing down into the palm of their hand and on the covers like a sticky waterfall.

For a couple more minutes, they just laid there on their stomach, panting like a dog in summer heat. Their hands laid on either side of their body, both fingers of both hands covered in the clear, sticky fluid.

"Daddy..." They whined silently, tears rolling down their cheeks like a steady, salty river of memories.

France managed to push themselves off the mattress. They grabbed a blanket from their bed and wrapped it around themselves, as they were still completely naked and felt too tired to put on clothes.

"Cassy?" They called loudly, waiting for a response from their roommate, Anne-Cassandra. Or 'Cassy' as France liked to call her. The British girl didn't answer, so France dropped the blanket and walked out of their room.

"UK?" They called again. If their roommate did happen to be home, this would be very embarrassing now.

With a sigh, France pushed the door to the bathroom open and ran themselves a warm bath, their tense muscles relaxing the moment they came in touch with the hot water.

They started with washing their hands and inner thighs, wanting their cum off of their body as quickly as possible.

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴...

𓆝 𓆜 ----------------┊⁀➷

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