Did you enjoy pink ballerina dress?
Did you notice your father had such fetish?
He financed you to best schools
He was strict at home, keeping your body in thin sexy form
He was the one who wanted to put the shoes on your tender feet. Wrap them tightly
Accidentally touching your thin legs
He forced you to struggle in border of anorexia
Did you look in the mirror, seeing the ugly fat girls reflection?
Did you refuse to eat so you would look better? Was it like that?
Not for your father
Your father looked you in evеry possible practice and show, yet hе saw nothing but the thinnest and smallest little darling, he wished to hold close and penetrate
Something so beautiful he had created, but so willing to taint and force under his power
You and your friends, stretching in those tights
Into positions what made your orifices so available, but hidden under surface of thin clothing
He'd like nothing more but expose his cock, thicker than your arm, and penetrate every orifice of his beloved child
Sometimes you could see stains in your ballerina shoes
You couldn't yet understand what it was
It was sometimes semen, from your father private fetish games. And sometimes cunt slime, when your father forced your mother to masturbate with those little shoes
Watching her tightly closed eyes and facial expressions which made her look so guilty. So guilty, but even more weak
Adjusting her life under power of man of the house
Your father wanted you naked
He wanted you to dance for him
With slow movements, with calm music on the background
While watching your movements, he would see the romantic visions, of you gagging on semen, holding little tummy with both hands, messy tear blurred wet eyes watching pieces of torn tights
Traces of shit and blood, red and bruised orifices
You're so hungry, but fathers control doesn't allow bigger meal
You're so scared, and can nothing else but play along
This is the life you have
Living doll
Fathers own toy
Did you notice your father had such fetish?
He financed you to best schools
He was strict at home, keeping your body in thin sexy form
He was the one who wanted to put the shoes on your tender feet. Wrap them tightly
Accidentally touching your thin legs
He forced you to struggle in border of anorexia
Did you look in the mirror, seeing the ugly fat girls reflection?
Did you refuse to eat so you would look better? Was it like that?
Not for your father
Your father looked you in evеry possible practice and show, yet hе saw nothing but the thinnest and smallest little darling, he wished to hold close and penetrate
Something so beautiful he had created, but so willing to taint and force under his power
You and your friends, stretching in those tights
Into positions what made your orifices so available, but hidden under surface of thin clothing
He'd like nothing more but expose his cock, thicker than your arm, and penetrate every orifice of his beloved child
Sometimes you could see stains in your ballerina shoes
You couldn't yet understand what it was
It was sometimes semen, from your father private fetish games. And sometimes cunt slime, when your father forced your mother to masturbate with those little shoes
Watching her tightly closed eyes and facial expressions which made her look so guilty. So guilty, but even more weak
Adjusting her life under power of man of the house
Your father wanted you naked
He wanted you to dance for him
With slow movements, with calm music on the background
While watching your movements, he would see the romantic visions, of you gagging on semen, holding little tummy with both hands, messy tear blurred wet eyes watching pieces of torn tights
Traces of shit and blood, red and bruised orifices
You're so hungry, but fathers control doesn't allow bigger meal
You're so scared, and can nothing else but play along
This is the life you have
Living doll
Fathers own toy
( Nicole 12 )
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