Sitting in my favorite leather chair, legs crossed, arms lay on the arms of the chair. I watch you poised for me, thinking of today’s pleasures.
“New dress, babygirl?”
I nod. “Just bought it today!”
“Little short, dontcha think?”
“Nope! Just long enough.”
Twirling, I make the short skirt flare just enough. My spin ends with me facing him, his form frozen across the room where he was loosening up from a long day at work. His eyes are glued to the hem of my new dress, slowly moving upwards until they meet mine, that possessive spark lighting from the depths. Daddy crosses the bedroom with a stride like that of a panther.
I am suddenly up against the wall, my hands pinned above me. He presses against my body and his mouth latches onto my neck. A large hand snakes its way under the hem of my dress. Strokes, presses. A moan escapes me.
“Remember, princess, you’re mine.”
Mmmmmmmmmm
dam I alwyas gwet stuck with the fat guy in my seat
Um, wow.
fuuuuuuck me. I’ve always dreamed of doing this. Maybe one day.
Yesssss
#hmmm
yes please :D