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I wanted to ask her again if we were okay because thinking about what Kemba said made me wonder if she would ever do that to me.
My new customed big body BMW was a gift to myself when I made $550,000 last year, and it remained one of the things I was most proud of.
I’d been as careful as possible with telling any of my subs where I lived. Any gifts they wanted to send that wasn’t monetary went to the post office. The only reason they knew about my beauty salon was because it was very popular.
It only got worse after my best friend Greysen got married.
One guy I called myself dating wanted to dominate me, but when I returned it, he didn’t like it. He stopped fucking with me because he wasn’t with that gay shit. That was when I realized I’d probably always be unfulfilled if I tried a real relationship again.
who is going to tell Duncan Danger no, anyway? So, I am rushing to try and get my things together, while also trying to keep it together, mentally, because my husband is standing in the middle of this man’s living room, watching me like a hawk, ignoring David’s line of questioning,
When her screen lit up, a text from Daddy came through, and when she opened it, a big dick popped up on the screen.
At first, I thought she and her man were getting freaky, but then she’d responded, I’m in the salon chair. I can’t be getting wet. I can’t wait for you to see the hairstyle you wanted me to get. She wouldn’t be telling her man that if she’d just told Vivian not to tell him. Winter was tipping out on her man, but that wasn’t my business.
Now that I’d clenched my raging hormones back up into my pussy, I could see that Declan was really hurting behind Winter. I felt terrible for thinking he was flirting with me.
Women just want to feel wanted, loved, and lusted after. But most importantly, reassured.
Plus, women with old names are savages. Last Summer, I fucked a girl named Dottie and she took me down. I almost couldn’t keep up,” he said, laughing.
“See, what happens when you listen, you get rewarded. How are you feeling?”
I am ready to get cracked… like an egg. Plowed… like a garden. Back broken… like Humpty. I don’t know what kind of video you’re going to get at 8:59, but whatever it is will be blamed on this wine.”
Can I take you to bed?” “Yes.”
“Declan Danger, you are going to spoil me. Scalp rubs. Teary orgasms. Sleepy rides to bed and turn down service. I don’t know. I can’t take this.” “I’ll spoil the fuck out of you if you let me.”
Ella. The only response I have to yesterday is to treat you like the bad mf bitch you are. -Daddy.
“Ella, he was touching my bruise,” he said lowly, sliding deeper into me. “I don’t fucking like that.”
“The right way, my precious Ella, is you blessing me with this pussy, and you taking whatever you want from me. Whatever you fucking want.”
“You know, Declan, you are like one of those weirdo Encyclopedia bros, that just know a bunch of random info, for no reason, but will beat the quantum physics out yo’ coochie. Like, I think that is so fucking sexy like… oh my God.”
“We about to bring the sixties back around here. Yes, Big Daddy has two families, and neither one of us are coming up off him.”
“You are fucking Declan Danger!”
He nodded slowly. “I’m different.”
“I finally know a life without constant heart palpitations, or constant worry, and chest pain. I finally know I can be genuinely happy, in every facet of my life, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. When you’ve been told for so long that what you say and do is never going to matter until you can produce, you kind of internalize it.
I replay every major situation I’ve ever been through and wonder if I had of listened with an open mind and ears, would the outcome have been different?
“Is what your dad said true? You do things out of spite for him?” “Yes, I do a lot of things out of spite for him. But not this.”
Later That Night…
