Papa pulled me by my hair and dragged towards the bedroom.This was not motherly love, this was punishment. I began to cry but Papa was in no mood to pay attention.
He ripped my bra off and grabbed both my nipples, pinching them so brutally hard that I writhed and screamed from the pain. My whole body jerked and twisted, but his fingers only clamped down tighter, rolling and tugging the tender buds until they were swollen, dark pink and throbbing. He let go only when I was sobbing, then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forced me down onto all fours like an animal and dragged me by the hair all the way to his bedroom. My knees scraped the floor, my bare breasts swinging painfully with every pull, and my cunt was already beginning to leak a shameful trail of wetness behind me.
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