My dad tells me we're going to a party and that we should dress up well.
I do it like that and I wait at the door.
It stops me before I leave.Hour of inspection.
Those two words turn my cheeks red immediately as I put my hands behind my back and wait.
Her large hands caress my breasts above my dress before lifting it up to inspect my underwear.
A pretty set of pink-purple lace.
Slide your fingers into my underwear.
The lazy ones drag me slowly over my ridge before submerging them in my hole.
I choke back a moan at the audible sensation of being stretched.
My dad takes advantage of this opportunity to violently push his fingers into my throat, marking the day's rhythm.
My use of the word: pussy drips in my underwear before this sensation, and my dad smiles with complicity.
He cleaned his fingers on his pants and we're leaving. Dad refuses to answer any questions about the party and we get there in a few minutes.
Normally, when we go to a party, I talk to the other women, girlfriends, and wives of my friends' dads.
I feel like a rabbit in a den of wolves today, because here there are only men.
Do you know, little girl?
How did you tell me once that you would want your friends to celebrate with Papi's friends? That day has arrived.
He looks at me with a wolfish smile and I feel ten times smaller than ever.
The use of my nickname in front of everyone made my cheeks as red as when Dad did an inspection before we got high. All the men look at me from top to bottom and I flutter nervous behind Dad's legs.
Dad laughs while helping me sit on the sofa, men serve drinks and Dad lights a joint for me to smoke.
While my head becomes crazier for the grass, I feel hands on my thighs, move lazily my eyes to see one of Papi's friends,Oh God, her skin is so soft. I can't wait to see that pussy.
Her words were directly aimed at my feminine parts, the combination of grass and objectification was affecting me.
Another man grabbed my face,Undress, dollLooking first at Daddy who nodded, I opened my mouth.
Papi's friends turned around to pour several liqueurs down my throat until the room spun around me.Your daddy is so lucky, getting this big one every night.
One of Papi's friends groaned when I opened my legs, spat on my clitoris and moaned from the sensation.
The fingers tickled every inch of skin, took off my dress and kissed, sucked, and tickled everywhere they could.
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