Waiting for Daddy

Ryan Keely knows she broke the rules. But Daddy’s miles away and she can’t wait for justice. In her empty bedroom, she steps out of her dress, tits bare, collar snug around her neck. She reaches for the riding crop first—thick leather kisses her pale skin, leaves quick red lines. The sting jumps straight to her clit. She moans, slips a thick dildo between her lips, and keeps striking until her ass blushes dark. Rewards come next: vibrator pressed hard to her swollen bud, hips jerking, breath hissing. She swaps it for the paddle, bends over, counts each blow out loud like she’s answering Daddy’s orders. Every crack drives the toy deeper. When her cunt can’t take the tease, she climbs onto the machine, straps in, lets the piston pound her wet hole while the crop flicks her nipples. Sweat beads, tits bounce, the collar digs in. Her moans get louder, filthier. She flips the vibe back on, holds it tight, rides the machine until the whole bed shakes. When she finally comes, it’s sharp, loud, and filthy—just how Daddy likes it.