You know DipperxPacifica is only hot when it is femdom, right? She is trying to hit on Dipper to mess with Mabel, Dipper spurns her advances, she gets mad, and then starts getting physical. As she seizes his slim body, and hears his girlish moans she gets turned on, wrapping one perfect hand around his slender neck and beginning to squeeze.

The bulge in his pants would be noticeable by then, and to assert her complete control over him Pacifica would stroke it roughly, only snapping out of the daze when his warm cum blasts out over her hand.

Pacifica raised her hand to her face, looking at the boyspunk glazing it with morbid curiosity. What had she been doing? Panic crept into her heart, and with it a strange thrill. A pulsing heat pounded between her legs, and it grew in intensity as she looked at the half-lidded and heated look of agonized bliss on Dipper's face. Never before had she felt so... in control of someone. She wished Mabel could see this, see her twin's submission to Pacifica's grandeur.

Slackening her grip on Dipper's throat, Pacifica moved up close to the pants-less boy, wrapping her arms around his neck as she whispered into his ear, "Well, Dipper, do you still insist on resisting me?" A begging sob was his only replay. Running one hand down his smooth chest, Pacifica then gripped Dipper's sticky tool and began pumping it lightly, rubbing her clothed body against his bare one at the same time. "I want you to ask me, very nicely, Dipper. I want you to beg for more."

Dipper screwed his eyes shut, the stroking of Pacifica's hands driving a wild desire up his spine in waves. Soon, his dick was completely hard once more. Hips moving slightly in time with Pacifica's carefully manicured hand, he groaned out, "Please... Pacifica. Please I need it... I need you."

Pacifica's heart had begun pounding in her chest. Taking Dipper's cheek into the hand not sliding up his slick boycock, she planted a wet, lingering kiss there. Pushing away from him, she began kissing down his hairless chest, finally stopping above his throbbing member. With both hands placed firmly on his hips, she held Dipper still.

Tongue running over her pink, glossy lips, Pacifica took in the sight of his turgid cock before her before kissing it lightly on the head. Dipper's pleasure-filled shudder was the only replay as she looked up at him with a wicked smile before opening her mouth and taking the tip in with a slurping sound.

Tongue working the swollen glans, Pacifica began bobbing her head, eyes closed as Dipper's shaft slid back and forth in her mouth. His hand reached down and his fingers curled up in her straight, golden locks as his head lolled back in overwhelming pleasure. Eventually her head worked itself till his boydick was completely in her mouth, at which point she opened her dusky lavender shadowed eyes and stared up at dipper, cheeks dimpling as she drew back with a long slurping sound, the wet noise accompanied only by Dipper's headed gasps.

As Pacifica pulled completely back, his cock sprung from her mouth with a trail of saliva linking her hot and moist lips to his now lip-gloss covered penis. With a grin she wiped her mouth on a sleeve and stood up. "Wh-why did you stop?" Dipper half pleaded, half moaned. Pacifica's predatory smile was her only response as she shoved him roughly to the ground.

This was it. Her triumph. A heat flooded her body as Pacifica towered over Dipper's collapsed form, eyes full of tears and cock full of desire. She couldn't keep from running her hands over her body, enjoying the tingling sensation she felt all over as she did so. Hooking her hands around her panties, she pulled them down, exposing her genitals to the cool air and Dipper's stare. A proud flush filled her cheeks at the untamed desire in his eyes and she strode over him.

She fell to her knees, planting hands to either side of his head as her snatch hovered over Dipper's hungry dick. "Say it, Dipper. Say you belong to me." Her panting was half wild as emotions, new and familiar, raged within her.

"I'm..." Dipper's eyes locked with Pacifica's. He glanced away, before screwing his eyes shut. "I'm your... pet. Please..."

Pacifica's hands closed around his neck, making a collar of her fingers, as she began to squeeze while she lowered his hips.

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A-actually... I am going to stop. I'm so sorry everyone. I'M SO SORRY.

OH GOD WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING

EVEN NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGING THEIR ANIMALISTIC RUTTING, HEARING PACIFICA'S GRUNTS AND THEN FINALLY THE CRY OF HER ECSTASY AS DIPPER SOBS, UNABLE TO RESIST

NO

NO PENIS STOP

PLEASE I MUST GO I HAVE TO GO SORRY I'M SO SORRY