Betty's POV

"Don't make me repeat myself..." he snarled." Come hard for daddy...my rotten butterfly. " I wanted to cry.

When he said he would ruin me, I never thought it would be this way. So humiliating and degrading. His hand remained firm on my waist. I could feel myself being filled by the handle that was tightly wrapped around my fold

It wasn't as filling as a cock, but big enough to make my folds shamelessly leak around it, coating it with my juices.

My face burned ...