I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me as I watch you fiddle with the buttons on your shirt, your fingers trembling with excitement. You’re trying to play the part of the innocent little girl, but I know better. I’ve seen the way your eyes light up when I call you “daddy,” the way your breath hitches when I spank you just hard enough.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. I’m already undressed, my body bare and exposed for you. I watch as you swallow hard, your eyes roving over my curves with unabashed desire.
“Yes, daddy,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing your lacy bra and the hard nipples pressing against the fabric.
I can’t help but let out a low growl as I take in the sight of you, my cock already rock hard and aching for release. I walk over to you, my footsteps deliberate and confident. I reach out and trace a finger along the edge of your bra, feeling your shiver beneath my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my lips close to your ear. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hot against my skin. “Do you want daddy to touch you, sweetie?”
“Yes, please,” you whimper, your hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I waste no time, my fingers finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with a practiced ease. Your breasts spill out, your nipples already hard and begging for attention.
I can’t resist any longer, my mouth descending on one tight bud, my tongue swirling and teasing. You moan, your hips grinding against me as I continue to worship your body. I can feel your hands tugging at my hair, your nails digging into my scalp as you lose yourself in the pleasure.
“Daddy, please,” you gasp, your voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”
I don’t need any more encouragement, my cock already slick with pre-cum as I guide it to your entrance. I push inside you slowly, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy gripping me. You throw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream as I fill you up.
I start to move, my hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. You meet me thrust for thrust, your body moving in perfect harmony with mine. I can feel your pussy clenching around me, your nails digging into my back as you chase your release.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetie,” I groan, my breath hot against your neck. “Come for daddy, I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
You don’t need any more encouragement, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You scream my name, your pussy clenching around me as you come hard. I can’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm ripping through me as I fill you up with my seed.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I wrap my arms around you, holding you close as we come down from our high.
“I love you, daddy,” you murmur, your voice sleepy and sated.
“I love you too, sweetie,” I reply, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. “Always and forever.”
As we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I can’t help but feel grateful for this thing between us. It’s not conventional, and it’s not for everyone. But for us, it’s perfect. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me as I watch you fiddle with the buttons on your shirt, your fingers trembling with excitement. You’re trying to play the part of the innocent little girl, but I know better. I’ve seen the way your eyes light up when I call you “daddy,” the way your breath hitches when I spank you just hard enough.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. I’m already undressed, my body bare and exposed for you. I watch as you swallow hard, your eyes roving over my curves with unabashed desire.
“Yes, daddy,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing your lacy bra and the hard nipples pressing against the fabric.
I can’t help but let out a low growl as I take in the sight of you, my cock already rock hard and aching for release. I walk over to you, my footsteps deliberate and confident. I reach out and trace a finger along the edge of your bra, feeling your shiver beneath my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my lips close to your ear. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hot against my skin. “Do you want daddy to touch you, sweetie?”
“Yes, please,” you whimper, your hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I waste no time, my fingers finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with a practiced ease. Your breasts spill out, your nipples already hard and begging for attention.
I can’t resist any longer, my mouth descending on one tight bud, my tongue swirling and teasing. You moan, your hips grinding against me as I continue to worship your body. I can feel your hands tugging at my hair, your nails digging into my scalp as you lose yourself in the pleasure.
“Daddy, please,” you gasp, your voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”
I don’t need any more encouragement, my cock already slick with pre-cum as I guide it to your entrance. I push inside you slowly, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy gripping me. You throw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream as I fill you up.
I start to move, my hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. You meet me thrust for thrust, your body moving in perfect harmony with mine. I can feel your pussy clenching around me, your nails digging into my back as you chase your release.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetie,” I groan, my breath hot against your neck. “Come for daddy, I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
You don’t need any more encouragement, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You scream my name, your pussy clenching around me as you come hard. I can’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm ripping through me as I fill you up with my seed.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I wrap my arms around you, holding you close as we come down from our high.
“I love you, daddy,” you murmur, your voice sleepy and sated.
“I love you too, sweetie,” I reply, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. “Always and forever.”
As we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I can’t help but feel grateful for this thing between us. It’s not conventional, and it’s not for everyone. But for us, it’s perfect. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
