Daddy always loved it when us brats would open our gifts on Christmas morning. I think maybe it was just the incest phone sex appreciation we showed him by sucking his fat cock. We were well trained P-brats and we knew exactly how to get things we wanted from Daddy. Daddy wasn’t stupid though. He knew we worked hard to play favorites. Of course, I was his little girl, the youngest, and after my sisters and brothers moved out, it was just dad and me. Christmas morning had a certain ritual. I would open a present and give daddy’s cock a lick. Open another and take off my clothes. Open a third and let daddy rub my pussy. By the fourth, I was naked and Daddy was rock hard and ready for his thank-you. His favorite thing was to lay me out under the Christmas tree and crawl under there with me. He liked to watch the lights twinkle on my body while he fucked my tight little cunny. He said that fucking me was my special gift to him. He seemed to appreciate it so much as he moaned out my name.
I admit it. I love our Christmas ritual and I love Daddy’s special gift. Daddy is working hard to train me to be a woman and know how to please a man. I love daddy’s big balls and the way they bounce when he bangs my tight little pooper. I crave the feel of his hands on my body and the way he fingers my pussy that leaves me shaking all over. Next year I would like to give daddy a very special present. I’m begging him to knock me up so I can have a little girl of my own to train with daddy. I want him to fill my pussy up with fertile spermies and get me pregnant. Daddy would love having both of his girls under the tree on Christmas morning. And I just love daddy and want to please him forever.