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Round thighs. Delicate calves. Bare ankles I need to taste. Ankles, Trick? Really? My mouth waters. Yes, her fucking ankles. I’ll lick her there as I hook them over my shoulders, and keep licking until I find her sweet, breedable pussy.
Daddy wants to be licked almost as much as he wants to do some licking.
God, the things I want to do to her. My fantasies are chaotic fever dreams of primal impulses.
Happy birthday, Sinclaire. I’m gonna win you the World Series tonight. Then I’m going to track you down and find out how to make you less sad.
My perfect Sin.
“I’m not a kid. You don’t need to protect me from all of that.” “Trust me, I’m well aware that you’re not a child. And I’m only trying to protect you from myself.”
Trust me, I’m well aware that you’re not a child. And I’m only trying to protect you from myself.
So, Jeff, I’m actually thinking of stalking your daughter in my retirement.
“I know why you’re wearing my jersey, little mouse. And you aren’t the only one who’s filing things away in a spank bank.”
How can we flash from this wild, all-consuming physical tearing at each other to playful teasing and back again? It makes this feel like a dream.
He is big. And he is hard. But more than that, he is virile.
“Yes, baby. Lick Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl and taste that drop of seed on the tip. I made it for you.”
“But if I’m going to be your first, you need to know that I will also be your only.”
“God you've got the best little cunt. Come for me. Come on my face. And then Daddy will make love to you.”
“You taste so ripe, baby. Nobody’s ever tasted this breedable little pussy, have they? All mine.”
It’s still making love, because holy shit do I love this girl, this woman. But it’s the fuck she begged me for, too.
I’m a beast of a man, and the proof that I just took her virginity is all over my cock.
“My intentions are entirely pure.” I think about how he buries his face in my pussy and start laughing out loud. “Jesus, Sinclaire,” they say together as one.
