Daddy's Good Girl
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Última publicación vie, abr 25, 2025
Trinity wasn't looking for trouble.
But trouble came home with her mom-tall, tattooed, and staring at her like he already knew how sweet she'd taste.
Mom's new boyfriend was off-limits.
Older. Rougher. Dangerous.
But he didn't care.
And neither did she.
It started with the way he said her name.
Low, slow, like a warning-or a promise.
Then came the touches. The punishments. The praise that made her knees weak and her heart race.
"Good girls don't tease, baby. And you? You've been very bad."
Now, she's Daddy's.
His to use. His to ruin. His to break and build back up-on her knees, eyes wide, begging for more.
She used to be the quiet one.
The innocent one.
But Daddy doesn't want innocent.
He wants obedience, desperation, and a mouth that never says no.
And she's more than happy to be his good girl-as long as he keeps her aching and owned.
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