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Not with me, no. . . that fight was long since lost. . . but it arouses me when you struggle with yourself. When your shyness, when that little girl inside you, can't believe what a wanton slut you are being for your daddy. When that dripping lovely cunt of yours scream for my attention even as you're trying to make yourself crawl away. . .
Because good girls don't like this kind of thing, right? Good girls don't let their daddy touch them like that, and if they do. . . good girls certainly don't like it, do they? They don't moan and groan and hump back at me and cum for daddy, every single time, over and over again. . . They don't cum for daddy in a singular explosion of surrender to the confusion that I push them through.
But you do. And to help you, sometimes I tie you up. Sometimes I force you, so that you can be my good little girl, and my naughty little wanton slut, all in one. Daddy gets what daddy wants, after all.
It's not your fault you like it. Daddy is just very, very good at what he does. . .
It's not your fault you will cum for your daddy. You tried. You struggled.
Daddy just didn't play fair.
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