He hit the plug again. “Seventeen!” I half-moaned. -smack!- on my cheeks. “eighteen!”-smack!- this one was square on my soaked cunt and I moan...d “nineteen!” hungrily. He landed the last one on my cunt again and I cried out “twenty!” as he let his hand rest there. His fingers dipped in, feeling my swollen cunt begging for him. “Fuck little whore, I need you now!” He growled, pushing me off his lap and forcing me on all fours in front of him. He entered me in one hard, forceful thrust, pushing me. She just smiled — so sure, relaxed, self-content.As I started to regain some of my senses back, I decided it was enough. As I moved my legs to the side of the bed to get up — it was only then I realized that during that extremely wild hypnotic make out session, at some point Tori had managed to tie my hands by the bed posts — I fell back onto the bed with an audible snap.I still remember the devilish little giggle that escaped out of her pursed lips. I’ll never forget that. “Yeah, baby, I’m. This is the first time my Dad actually did something. I guess it's my fault because I gave him a chance to act on what he truly wants. I opened my eyes and stared at him. Our eyes locked into each other but he didn't stop and continued to suck my right boob. I then closed my eyes, moaned, leaned my head backwards and enjoyed the moment. Since everyone is upstairs except for the two of us, I reached for the hem of my top and pulled it off, baring my little mounds to my father. With his right. " What's that got to do with anything?" Nola questioned, still scanningthe street for any sign of her stolen body since Amy was in thevicinity."Nothing," Carl admitted, then added. "When you grabbed my shouldersearlier your hands were cold, like they'd been in a refrigerator allnight, but just now your hand was nice and warm, like a real girl's." I'm not a real girl," Nola shot back. "I'm a dead girl with a guy'ssoul trapped inside it." We'll keep looking," Carl sighed. .