“Tell me you’re sorry.” A tear rolls down her cheek, even as the sides of her mouth tip up in a small smile, “I’m sorry.” “Tell me you won’t do that again. You won’t make me worry like that.” She nods, “I won’t worry you, again.” “Tell me you’ll be a good girl.” “I’ll be a good girl for Daddy. I promise.” “Fuck.” This is so depraved. So fucked up. So goddamn hot. The angel on my shoulder has long abandoned me, and the devil. Well, he has his dick in his hand and is beating one out to the scene in front of us. “You’re too good for me,” I tell her honestly. Her big eyes staring up at me, her
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