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Nasty pumpkin patch

Miss wasn’t shy about what she liked. She was curvy, with short, fiery red hair that barely brushed her neck. Today, she wore a skirt that hugged her hips, flowing just enough to tease, and underneath? A little surprise. Dam was into intensity, and she was all about the power play.

They decided to hit a pumpkin patch to kick things off. She had always loved fall, the crisp air, the smell of hay, and pumpkins. She could feel the cool breeze on her bare legs as she stepped out of the car, knowing Dam’s eyes were glued to her figure as she walked up. The remote-controlled toy inside her hummed softly, a constant reminder of who was in control.

“Hey, Daddy,” she greeted with a smirk, her lips curling up in that bratty way that always drove him crazy.

Dam grinned, taking in the sight of her. “You ready to pick out your pumpkin, baby girl?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Miss bit her lip and nodded, feeling the toy between her legs buzz a little stronger as Dam’s thumb brushed the remote in his pocket. It was her birthday, but he was calling the shots today.

The pumpkin patch was busy, but neither of them cared. They wandered around, Miss making a show of bending over to grab the perfect pumpkin, knowing full well Dam was watching. He’d flick the remote at random, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp and stumble slightly. She’d glance back at him with that playful pout she knew he loved.

“Careful, Daddy, or I might make a mess right here,” she whispered when she got close enough, brushing her hand against his arm.

He chuckled, pulling her in by her waist, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. “Not yet, baby. You’ve got to be patient.”

After grabbing a couple of pumpkins, they made their way to the corn maze. Miss knew this would be torture. The narrow paths, surrounded by tall stalks, meant they had plenty of privacy, and Dam wasn’t shy about turning up the toy’s intensity. She struggled to keep her composure as they weaved through the maze, her thighs trembling, hands gripping the corn stalks for balance every now and then. Dam stayed just behind her, watching with a smirk as she fought to stay quiet.

“Daddy,” she whimpered, shooting him a needy glance. “I’ve been such a good girl. Please…”

“You’ll get what you deserve soon enough,” he murmured back, his hand slipping under her skirt for a quick smack on her ass before pulling away.

By the time they made it out of the maze, Miss was practically buzzing with need, her legs shaky, her mind a blur. They headed back to Dam’s place with their pumpkins, her anticipation rising with every step.

At his place, the pumpkins barely made it to the table before things got heated. Dam had her pressed against the kitchen counter, her skirt hiked up, his hands exploring every curve of her body. The toy inside her was still going, but now his hands added to the intensity, and she could barely stand.

“You think you can carve your pumpkin like this?” Dam asked, his voice low and commanding, fingers grazing the edge of her panties.

Miss grinned, her breath shaky. “Only if Daddy helps.”

They tried to carve, but it wasn’t long before Dam had her bent over the counter, pumpkin guts and tools scattered everywhere. His hands gripped her hips as he teased her, pulling her panties down, making sure to give that thick ass of hers the attention it deserved. She loved when he took charge, and he knew just how to push her bratty buttons.

“Daddy, please…” she moaned, voice full of desperation, knowing how much he loved hearing her beg.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Without a word, he spread her ass cheeks and buried his face between them, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made her entire body quiver. Her breath hitched as he flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spots, teasing her, torturing her with his pace. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as she struggled to keep standing, the pleasure building too fast, too strong.

“Oh my god, Daddy… don’t stop…” she gasped, her knees weak, hands gripping the edge of the counter for dear life.

He kept going, his tongue working relentlessly, knowing exactly how to drive her over the edge. Each flick of his tongue made her moan louder, her body tensing as she felt herself getting closer and closer to release.

When he finally picked up the pace, she couldn’t hold back. Her whole body trembled as the orgasm ripped through her, her moans filling the room as she came hard, grinding herself against his mouth, barely able to stay upright.

He pulled back, grinning as she slumped against the counter, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, standing up and pulling her close again.

Miss’s breath was still shaky, her legs weak, but she smiled up at him, completely spent, but more than satisfied.

“Best birthday ever,” she managed to whisper, her voice breathy, already knowing that things between them were only getting started.