Reblog If You Want To See A Tgirls Gock Throb In Your Throat Underneath The Collar She Put On You

Been helping a femme move since 8 AM but at least I'm hot

It/she/he, no minors

thinking of me having been ráped a while ago and suddenly remembering it again and feeling so scared and upset. i just want to be hugged so i decide to go look for my dad so he can comfort me and i end up finding him in my parent’s room sitting at his desk. when he sees how i have teary eyes and am holding my bear stuffie in my arms and only wearing an oversized shirt, he suddenly feels himself getting really hard. i sit on the bed and as i start crying while telling him about the icky man who touched me and made me feel so helpless and weird and how he hurt my private parts so bad, i start hearing some heavy breathing. i look up to see my dad stroking his cock while groaning a little and making direct eye contact with me.

i suddenly freeze when i see dad move next to me on the bed that he and mommy do grown up things in, and he starts touching my little clit while continuing jerking off at the same time. he tells me to keep going and asks me about how exactly the icky man râped my little cunnie and if i loved it like a good little slut. he says he just knows that my little cunnie must have felt so good and wet for my ràpist because i’m just a little whore who loves getting r3ped. at this point i’m just feeling so scared but also good from dad rubbing my little parts that i hug my stuffie closer and pant dad over and over again as i cum on his fingers and think of wanting my rápist to r3pe me again

as your therapist i think the only solution is for you to get a new trauma, to help you forget the old one. And thats why I'm here to help you. So sit still and let this happen else ill have to hurt you like he did.

“you’re so mean.” of course i am, bullying a little defenseless baby like you is what gets me hard.

show off those pretty little holes for dad 🥰🥰

The thing about dad forcing himself on you is that you have to think about all the memories it'll taint. The strong, gentle hands that taught you how to ride a bike. The rough voice that used to comfort you when you scraped your knee. The chest you used to lay your head on.

Now here you are. Those same hands are bruising your wrists as she holds you down, that voice is hoarsely apologizing in your ear, that firm chest is in your face as your lil body bounces with each thrust. All you can think about is that tomorrow you'll be sitting at the same breakfast table you've always shared breakfast at and you'll just have to ignore the ache between your legs.

"shhh kiddo it's okay you can let it all out with dad" while you're crying out of embarrassment from pissing yourself on their cock n just whimpering & whining "sorry, it's just so big, it's too much, i'm sorry dad"

having zero chance at winning has NEVER stopped me from wrestling with a dom

I dont do real incest bc its icky to me ❌

I dont do real incest bc i dont even like my family platonically ✅

if youre autistic and transgender and you live with your parents you just have to remember soon you wont live with your parents and nothing will ever be as bad as this ever again. im fucking serious