“Daddy, please tear my ass apart…” I started, then ended in a hard grunt as Daddy knocked the breath out of me again as he started to pick up sp...ed. I tried to imagine it was Paul forcing my ass open and hurting me; tried hard to hold that in my mind as Daddy started fucking harder.“What do you want?”“Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl! Please stretch my dirty little ass out, hurt it bad and make me bleed!” I gasped as he drove hard into me. My beaten ass ached, and my bowels were being so. He undresses me slowly, all the while looking steadily into my passion-filled eyes, but not saying a word. He lifts me up and lays me out on his bed, admiring my young, beautiful body. My nipples are standing up, and he leans down to give each one a little nibble. My fingers are clinging to his hair, pushing him deeper into my breasts, not letting him move away. The pleasure is becoming quite intense and I need him inside me. I reach my hand forward and begin stroking his cock, sending him the. It wasn't really high school that drove James away, though, much as he disliked the rigid social hierarchy. It was the soul-crushing boredom of suburbia. He could only take so many nights of eating at chain restaurants and sneaking into the local parks to smoke and drink with his friends before he wanted to pull his hair out. And now here he was, back again. His planned summer internship had fallen through so he drove back home with no plan. Maybe he could pick up shifts at the burger joint. I knew he couldn't resist watching me as I got ready for work. He just couldn't help himself - I knew that every time he saw me he'd stop and look. I knew he was obsessed with knowing what lingerie I had on underneath anyway, but now I was letting him know and that turned me on so much.I took great care whenever I could to flash my legs at him or to spend longer bending down in front of him. I remember once being outside with him and a gust of wind blew my skirt right up. It was such a little.