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You were always his for the taking. Who were you to deny him, your Clyde, of your sweet, tight, perfect little pussy anyways?
He likes to come up on you while you’re doin’ whatever it is you need to do. Doin’ the laundry? Clyde’s comin’ over and pushin’ those silly lil shorts to the side and shovin’ his fat cock inside you, making sure you properly sort the whites from the darks or else he’s gonna be spankin’ you until you get it right.
Doin’ the dishes? Foldin’ clothes? Workin’? Clyde likes to rile you up, make sure you’re nice and ready, his for the taking at any moment.
He does it everywhere and anywhere, whisperin’ disgusting things in your ear, tryin’ to make you forget what it was you had on your grocery list, tryin’ to see how loud he can get you to whimper, how much of a scene you’ll cause. He barely has to even touch you… As soon as he gets that sweet mouth running, it’s over for.
The sound of his voice alone has you keenin’ to bend over the nearest perch and just beg for him, beg for his thick cock to fill you up so good. And oh do you beg, so nicely too. You’re always so sweet to your big Daddy, so he always makes sure to compliment you on your perfect manners.
“That’s ma good girl.” He grunts, sinking into you on this particularly sunny Sunday morning.
You were perched perfectly on the couch, your Switch in hand, the sounds of your new favourite game, Animal Crossing, wafting across the trailer into Clyde’s sweet ears. He downed his coffee and made his way over to you. He sat himself behind you, barely havin’ to work to get that massive cock of his thick and ready for your taking.
Pushing your sleeping shorts to the side, he was sliding into you no problem, you always took him so well, neither of you knew how you managed since you were so fucking tight. So sweet and tight for your Daddy.
You hummed when he fully sheathed himself inside you, squeakin’ quietly as he knocks against your cervix. You tried not to pout when you realized he wasn’t going to be thrustin’ into you, poundin’ with reckless abandon. No, not today, or not right now at least, Clyde just wanted you to keep him nice and warm in that snug little cunt of yours.
“Hmmm, that good for you baby?” He hums, his massive hand running up and down the elegant expanse of your back, admiring the curve of your spine, the ridges and lines all his to admire.
“Yeah Daddy.” You smile at the sound of his voice, so deep and gravely, his Southern twang making you involuntarily clench around his thick girth, your eyes glued to your game.
In the game, you walk around your island, visitin’ your villagers to see if any of them are working on a DIY that you could snag. One of your favourite villagers is workin’ away at their DIY bench and thankfully, it’s a DIY you haven’t gotten yet.
You laugh and give an experimental swivel of your pelvis which has Clyde’s hand shooting down to your hip, bruising the soft flesh. You gasp at the tightness, breathin’ in deeply through your nose as you continue to roll your hips, unable to stop, unable to get enough of him. The delicious curl of your hips just nudges him so perfectly into your pussy, reachin’ spots so deep inside of you that only he can ever reach.
“Didn’t Daddy tell you to hold still, darlin’?” He rasps, wrappin’ his bulging arm around your torso and pulling you flush against his firm body. You whimper when your back hits his chest, your Switch nearly fallin’ from your hands but you hold it tightly, almost as tightly as Clyde holds your hipbone.
“M’sorry Daddy.” You pout, bringing your attention back to your game, trying to ignore the way Clyde’s fat cock pulses inside you, practically beggin’ ya to grind down onto him.
You’ll stay like this until you’re done with the game, until you grow bored. Only then will Clyde flip the two of you over and pound you into the couch.