Little Gusher

The little diapered princess was breathing so heavily that her chest raised and lowered visually with each gasp. The forthcoming pleasure would soon be arriving and she wouldn’t be able to deny herself then. Her Daddy slid his left middle finger up to the roof of her womb, finding her ridges and rapidly rubbing them – watching her reactions until he found the g-spot that was waiting for him.

And when she peaked, she suddenly went limp all over, collapsing to the bed and cowering to a feeling that seemed like it was going to be so strong that it might overwhelm her to a degree she couldn’t possibly handle. She stopped fighting him altogether and more importantly, she stopped fighting herself – getting out of the way and resuming a simple mentality that every BabyGirl eventually followed … submission.

That initial feeling that she had to pee filled her senses but quickly left her thoughts as it always did right at the beginning of the journey to the summit. Then those contractions began, the quick and repeated tightening of the muscles of her inner walls. Each one released in succession and sent that tingle out from her core, washing over the surfaces of her body – all the way out to the tips of her fingers and her toes.

And all of this took place with such a heart-pounding pace from his fingertip on those ridges that she gushed like a pulsating waterfall. The pacifier fell from her mouth and she whimpered to tears. Oh, how wonderful it felt, not just to helplessly cum for him, but to cum like a BabyGirl.

Ballooning down from the summit, she relaxed her tiny frame – her Daddy returning the fallen pacifier to her lips. Afterglow was on the way, and with a little teasing in the right place – she would be his little gusher again.

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25 “Little Thoughts”