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“Yes please…” I moan. Cum leaks down my legs as if on command, and I watch his eyes darken as he grips the knife tighter.Mmmm.

“Breakfast,” he growls, slamming the door, and I deflate.Did I do something wrong? Oh well!I skip over to the kitchen, twirling, picking up the things Daddy left lying around, and getting to cooking.I’ll make him something delicious so that he’ll never question my cooking again!

Saw

I’ve run into some crazy motherfuckers during my time in prison… but that one outside this door…she ain’t wrapped too tight.From the fear in her eyes as she stares hopeful at the knife in my hand as if begging me to use it, to the way her body reacts to my forceful fucking.That one should be locked down with a straight jacket in a padded room somewhere.

How she’s been able to walk around normal and free before meeting me is a mystery I’ll probably ponder on well after we’re separated…

I glance out the window, spitting out the toothpaste, rinsing my mouth out, and brushing my hair to the back, noticing the rain is completely gone. The hurricane made landfall while I was out last night and shook some shit up in its wake, but now there’s only sunshine and heat which can only mean one thing…my days of freedom are coming to an end.

I drum my fingers on the sink, unsure how I feel. I never gave a fuck about dying in prison… I’ve spent twenty-five years there. Honestly, it’s my home. It’s where fucked up individuals like me are supposed to rot and die. But waking up in that pussy, dickwarm and squeezed… well I guess I’ve found a new outlook on life.

Standing straight, I leave the bathroom, but I’m struck by the smell of something so good I have to pause on my way to the room. Quickly, I throw on some boxers and jeans and make my way over to the kitchen where I see Birdie humming like a housewife to the radio, fluttering about the kitchen as if she were made to exist there, though that can’t be true because I know she was made for me.

I watch her naked ass swaying with the “Kiss the Cook” apron tied around her waist, accentuating her plump ass that’s adorned by my bite marks and bruised thighs that have me licking my lips.Fuck…

As she sways, seemingly happy with a content… no, more like a serene smile on her face, she eats while plating what has to be my food before she spins on bare feet, pausing, smiling brighter when she spots me.

“Daddy!” She quickly sets she food down on the table as well as a beer and stands there, waiting for me. I glare at her, earlier assessment proven all the more true.This one really ain’t all there…but I knew that when I decided I’d have her.

I take a seat at the table and watch her plop that wet cunt on my thigh without asking as if she belongs there, where she watches me with anticipation. I go to pick up my fork, but she flinches in my lap, and I cut my eyes over to her.

“What?”

“Can… can I… uhm…”

“Can you what?”

“Can I feed you, Daddy?” she perks up happily and I cock a brow. “Please…” she pouts as I sit back, licking my lips, turned the fuck on.

“Go on.”

Her pupils dilate and I feel that pussy gush on my jeans as she trembles, cutting into the omelet and shakily bringing it to my lips. It’s flavorful… perfectly salty, and the hint of pepper is just to my taste.

“S…so?” she moans as if turned on by the mere thought of servicing me. “Is it… is it good?” she pants, waiting for my response, and I crook my finger to signal her to give me more.

“It’s good.”

“Ughhhnnng, th-thank you,” she moans, cum squirting from her pussy, soaking my leg.

Damn…

But that doesn’t stop her from feeding me until there is nothing left.

“Fuck Birdie, you keep acting like this, I’ll have to brand you to let other mother fuckers know who you belong to.” I chug down my beer watching her, ready to get my dick wet again.

“I want that…” she whispers, admittedly shocking me.

“What?”

“I want that, Daddy… brand me,” she repeats as she stands, rubbing her lower abdomen.

“And what should it say?” I smirk, pulling her to me and licking where she touched.

“Saw’s Pussy.”Whew…I run my hands up the sides of her hips, humming.This girl really gon’ make me kill her before I leave…

“What the fuck are you playing at? I cut my eyes up to her and see her smiling innocently. I know falsehood and fakeness when I see it… this one is a real wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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