The Father of Beatriz (Part 6)

For my fans, I am Paula Bruna, and I ask you to follow me on my Instagram. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Leave a message saying you know me from this website, your name and nick. Now they're watching part 6 of Beatrice's story. For a better understanding, I recommend that you first read the first five parts. The daughter's story. After the mockery, I felt my little head turn even more, like a kind of drowsiness that left me half airy, drowsy, not only because of the drink, but because of everything it caused me. I stood there, all curled up on Dad's hill, cuddling, clutching like a lazy little critter, arms folded around his neck, legs clutching tightly around his waist, face glued tightly around his neck, gasping for breath. With his feet firmly planted on the carpet, Dad swung his body from his hips upward slowly, from left to right, like a slow dance, making a sound with his mouth "pisssss, pisssss, pisssss". It was like he was putting a little baby to sleep, and I was actually his little baby at that moment, on Daddy's hill, still feeling the last spasms of joy electrifying my little body. His stick swayed endlessly up and down like a horse's mane, bumping into my little face, which was spitting and drooling. I remember Dad walking with me, one or two steps forward, sideways moaning a lullaby in my ear, until he sat down in an armchair. It was then that I opened my little eyes, I looked into his eyes with my look of a girl completely in love, glowing, leaping little hearts of passion. I moaned softly a very high and long sound. Dad said it. - You woke up my baby, didn't you? You woke up my baby! So it's time for this baby to suckle. Come and get some milk, will you? Sitting in the open-legged armchair, kneeling before him, I was mesmerized by his naughty snake, standing, hard as an iron bar, his little head pointing to the ceiling, swaying and pulsating before my childlike eyes. My mouth was watering, my natural female animal instinct surfaced within me, causing me to close the little mouth of that bright red head, to fill it with kisses, kisses and little things completely passionate, plus stamps full of tenderness and much, but much love, this, for almost ten minutes, almost getting my lips swollen from so much kissing his stick. Until, like a snake, I put my tongue out, and with it, I touched the tasty skin of that head, staining its surface with my saliva, licking, licking, drooling all over the gland, while I stared into my father's eyes who made caresses and mouths of pleasure with my licks. Holding that snake with both little hands, staring into its eyes, I would slide my tongue from its head into its pouch, then slowly climb without blinking, without looking away from its eyes. It was like a beautiful dream, and I closed my little eyes and I licked the trunk of that pencil, slowly climbing up, demarcating each piece of that roll with the paint of my saliva. Soon his stick was drenched in spit, the droplets slowly trickling down from his head through his veined body to drip on the armchair and the carpet. For almost an hour I played with his stick in my mouth, brushing my teeth, nibbling without hurting, holding my little head between my lips and pressing it until a soft, sweet whimper came out. As a reward for so much love and affection with which my mouth was devoted, his cock presented me with a drop of milk spitting right on top of my little head, which I immediately sucked by cleaning my little head and not a drop was wasted. At one point Dad moved, holding me tenderly, pleading with me. Sit here on my little hill, sit. I obeyed immediately by letting his stick slip out of my mouth. He, without moving from the position he was just watching me position myself by placing one little foot on the armchair and the other firmly on the floor, while he adjusted me in his roll. I tilted my head, looking down in the direction of my little sketch and pictured that huge, hard, straight stick pointing straight up at him. With much love and affection I took that scroll in my little hand, which was small holding in the middle of that stick, and that I could not even close it so thick that it was that stick. With one of my little fingers, I touched the thick veins of that thick body, gently squeezing and pressing gradually until I felt it pulsating and the blood running through the epidermis. Unsatisfied, I tried to embrace the little body of that thick cock, squeezing my hand with my girlish strength as hard as I could, but all I could do was feel that thick nerve pulsating and throbbing in my hand. Dad sighed deeply as he said. - What a delicious caress my little girl is making on her doll. I enjoyed playing with my doll in a number of ways, and one of them was to play with the doll's head slipping between the lips of my baby doll, until in one of these little slides, in the back and forth of the game, the doll's head fit snugly into my little hole, and Dad in a quick movement moved his hip slightly upward, thus forcing the doll's head into my little prick, causing me to utter a high-pitched squealing cry filled with dirt. As I felt that first little snake bite, there was kind of a blackout in my mind shutting down my whole body for a second, my legs went weak and my hip almost collapsed on its own roll, yet just over an inch and a half of pike violated my little hole, enough to cause me a short circuit of pleasure. As my scream echoed inside that suite, at the same time I tried to stretch my little body up and run away, to escape the pyre, but I was stopped by my father's hands firmly holding my waist and making it impossible for me to move. There, paralyzed, trapped by the waist, less than half of my little head inside my childish and fat hole, prevented from moving, from running away or escaping from that jiboia, my father consoled me by saying. - Pisssssss, pisssssss, pisssssss!!! Calm down my little princess... it's just the little head. Calm down!! Calm down!! This little princess needs to get used to the doll. Don't move it's quiet, don't move it's quiet like this. It's no use running away... it's quiet like this. Calm down!!! Calm down!! Calm down!! Don't move, don't move it!! It's like this, it's quiet like this!! I put my hands on his hands that held my waist and squeezed with all my strength, closed my eyes and screamed more and more, feeling as if my little lips were biting the tip of the little head of his dick. Even though I was hungry and crazy to fuck like a hot dog, I took this attitude of running away and escaping his prick, but all driven by the natural instinct of desire to spice up that atmosphere, the fantasy that fueled our primitive animal instincts, only to further provoke the fury of my father and his prick. Dad would shout at me in a very aggressive and rude way, but totally driven by the horny. There's no point in running now. And with great affection he would pull my little body into his hungry cock, forcing my little face to gently swallow the whole head of that little cock. In the midst of cries of unbearable pleasure, I lowered my body over the huge, thick, large, vein-filled roll, slowly swallowing the little head that made its way into my little hole, feeling each of the veins of that stick force the narrow and tight channel of my childish sketch. The muscles in my little sketch were expanding, contracting as I received every bit of that invading nerve. Until I sat on his little hill, with all the roll was inside my hungry little sketch, and I stood still for a few seconds, with my eyes closed feeling the pressure that the body of the cock of my father caused me. My channel looked like a condom extremely tight on its thick cock, squeezing the body of that roll to the point of bursting. But it was wonderful for those few seconds, feeling that little thing barking, pulsating, forcing my channel, causing me so many sensations that I could only scream and groan very loudly. I felt my little sketch totally fulfilled, totally fulfilled with my beloved parrot. Overcome with happiness, my little face dilated as if chewing on that huge chest, squeezing, pressing until Dad lifted my tiny body up to the tip of the little head of his scroll and brought me back. It started there, the delicious back and forth. Immediately my legs began to take on a life of their own, lifting my little body, then with their own weight I descended with all my might upon his huge cock. I closed my little eyes again and played in this position, going up and down like a wild, hungry, desperate cunt, now screaming, now moaning, now screaming with pleasure as if I was being tortured. They were long, mad minutes, as she furiously went up and down completely insane on her roll, but even so, with the mind in total ecstasy of pleasure, I could hear in the distance her sweet voice rousing me and inducing me more and more to strike hard my snout at her stick. - Iiiissoooo, little girl!!! Play with the doll, play!!! It's only my daughter's, nobody else's, the doll is only my beautiful little girl's. That little girl wants to play, right? Play with the doll, play! In the midst of all this agony of pleasure, my father suggested in a whisper the following. - Play a siren for Daddy, play... while you play with your doll, jump on your doll... you'll see how nice it is to play a siren and make fun while the doll eats this nice little sketch. So I took my little hand away from her shoulder where she was leaning on me, brought it up to my little finger and with the tips of my little fingers I began to caress my clitoris frantically, half in haste and out of rhythm, completely out of control, as I jumped madly on my doll. All of this increased the temperature and pressure of my body, unleashing a lot of adrenaline into my blood, giving me multiple sensations that almost led my mind to blackout. Out of nowhere, I began to weep profusely and teasingly, as my hip moved up and down very fast, uncontrollably, slamming violently against my father's cane, as my clitoris was massaged desperately, and then my body began to agonize with pleasure. Seeming to be in a wonderful dream, I could hear far away her encouraging cry to me. Go, gooooooooooooo my daughter, enjoy your doll, enjoy. At that moment I didn't know if I was really joking, all I knew was that my tears were rolling down my face with that stick stuck inside me. It looked like my little dick was peeing on his roll, but it wasn't pee, it was my little milk being puked on, spit on, licking, bathing and drooling on my dad's huge dick. In the midst of crying the words escaped my mouth in the form of cries. - I love you! For almost two minutes, during that wonderful enjoyment of my sketch, I repeated that phrase to exhaustion. It felt like all the strength in my little body and all those orgasms that my body felt were being drained right into Daddy's dick, like his dick was feeding off of my enjoyment, getting stronger and stronger and stronger. My movements lost all speed and all strength, until I could no longer stand to go up and down on his huge spike. My little body, with its own weight fell at once with all its might upon my father's immense cock, stopping in that position stopping for a few with his stick all bogged down, punched inside my innocent little sketch. Now, there were two mocks in a short time and in two positions, one in his mouth and one right in that doll's little head. Extremely exhausted and weary I gasped with pleasure, while Dad wrapped me in a wonderful hug, putting his arms under my legs at knee height, pulling me up to his hill where I took refuge by embracing his neck and offering my mouth for a kiss, still stuck in that pocket. To feel it all within my childish little finger, pulsating and breathing within me, pressing my narrow channel, was the most extraordinary sensation of my life up to that moment, so much so that I screamed and growled and bit her lips and tongue like a dog. I would go on sobbing quietly, clinging to that embrace. A short time later I felt the jiboia move back and forth very slowly, almost imperceptibly. As his mouth abandoned my lips and took possession of the nipples of my breasts, sucking, nibbling, and licking each one deliciously, his cock slowly slipped in and out of my little squeeze, while I closed my little eyes, turned my head slowly back to the edge of my neck, and sighed deeply, whispering his name. - I'll be right back. - I'll be right back. - What are you doing? When her roll left me I sighed and when she was all kicked inside again, I sobbed. One of his hands groped my little bundle, squeezing the cheek tightly, moving it up and down to assist the dick in its coming and going. Furious with pleasure, growling like a hot dog, I resolved to help Dad by moving my hip up and down, causing my dummy to go deeper and deeper. I kissed his mouth, bit his lips, growled, howled, and groaned like a dog, while my little body was lifted up by the little bundle his hand held and pulled forcefully back into the ferocious cock. In this position, which from that day on I affectionately nicknamed "my slider", I played like a little child sliding on that very nice perch, yet its thick perch caused me a delicious little pain, and I made little smiles and mouths that Dad loved to look at and say. - What a pretty face of pleasure you make my daughter. It was so good that I whispered quietly, just for my dad to hear. - Make fun of me again father, please make fun of me again!! - Of course my daughter! He responded with all his affection. I was so sensitive and so devoted to his prick that it didn't take long for my sneer to start vomiting again on the little head of that evil little thing, who was raping me torturing me deliciously for the third time, leading me to a veritable collapse of pleasure in his prick. I was screaming right in the middle of my enjoyment when his dick exploded, like an atomic bomb of pleasure, inside my xotinha, gushing milk nonstop. It was wonderful, he moaned and howled like a wild wolf, while I screamed like a raped maiden raped in the cock of her delicious rapist. His stick took a long time to stop pouring milk into my childish sketch, which even so exhausted from so much fun, still spit out the last penguins of semen on the head of his cock. We kissed for a long time, and the most curious thing was that his dick didn't soften, it stayed inside me, hard, thick, breathing, barking and pulsating.