Dad Fucks My Tits

I did as he said and took off my shirt, and soon he was pressing my chests around his cock.

He spit down on me. "Is this what you wanted he asked?" To get titfucked by your father... to be used like the little slut you are? To be daddies girl?"

"Dad, that was just fiction for me to get off on," I tried to say again. But he crammed his cock back down my throat. He held it there until I could barely breathe.

He pulled out of my mouth, and picked me up. He carried me to his bedroom, and into the closet.

"Go on then," he said. "Just like in your stories, pick out a sexy outfit. Since you want to be mommy."

"Dad, I--"

"I said pick out an outfit, bitch," dad said. "Or do you want this to be one of the stories where I get all dressed up for you?"

"That's an option?" I asked.