Daddy loves the tushy of his barely legal phone sex daughter. Just look at it wouldn’t you want to put me over your knees and spank me? Not before you embarrassed me by making me get all the way undressed. I stand before you naked as you cup my tight teen tushy. You like how firm it is and how much it sticks out. You have a fetish for pretty young girls like me. I have to obey you or you will put me and my mom on the streets. I knew you were a strict daddy and I had no idea you would make me come up to your office because I back talked to you. At first it was just the nude spankings and a feel up by your strong big man hands. I would cry and ask you to let me leave my clothes on, but that was part of the punishment. A pleasure for you, torture for me. I could feel your cock get hard and asked if you were some sicko or something. That couch and your office had some good daddy daughter fucking as you taught me a lesson I would never forget.
Category: Daddy / Daughter phone sex
A Slutty Mother’s Day Bouquet
Daddy was delighted when Mommy asked for a fresh bouquet of flowers this year. He knew just what to get her; me. I have the perfect little rosebud asshole, two perky black eyed susans in a sheer shade of pink as nipples, a delightful tiny carnation between my legs where the dew drops grow. Daddy groomed me himself, and dressed me up in a little maid outfit before sending me in to Mommy.
She was asleep, and sprawled on the bed. Daddy coaxed me up next to her, and told me to give her a special kiss. I let my tongue slip between the folds of her dripping wet Mommy cunt. She started moaning in her sleep, so when I found her little flower bud, i gave it the special sort of kisses Daddy liked to give me in the middle of the night.
I was starting to get wet myself, my bald cunt slipping along the sheets as I moved to better give Mommy a taste. She woke up when I brought her to the edge of the most intense fucking orgasm she ever had, or so she said. Mommy squirted everywhere! I didn’t know what to do! Daddy smiled; he made me clean it up with the mouth that caused the mess.
Moms Day Frosting eat out by littles!
I like making my princesses’ cunnies damp so that daddy can slide his massive P-cock through their bald little slits more easily. Young p mommy sex is so hot! But the only thing I like more is when my little princesses make me wet for daddy’s cock. Today was Mother’s Day, and daddy had the ideal gift in mind. I woke up to daddy spreading cake frosting on my young breeder ass.
My little girls were consuming this delicious chocolate frosting flavored cunt like they had never had a meal in their life! Tiny munchkins eating young mommy cunt! Can you imagine how filthy and taboo this is! The stickier the icing seemed to get the more they licked, making them lap fast and hard between my moans! Daddy intervened as I began playing with my clit to make myself orgasm.
His daddy cock decided to do the honors of putting his daddy dick in my little sticky little cunt hole! My girls finished licking all of the creamy white fluids out of me after he hammered me so deep I came back to back multiple times. I’m hoping to conceive a family brat once more! Being the family’s teenage whore who enjoys being a pregnant slut pays off!
Cafe Heather – Open 24/7
I know you’ve fucking missed me; don’t act like you haven’t been waiting to see my name pop up. The truth is that I’ve missed you too, just a little bit. My pussy still gets drippy when I think about you. You know damn well I’m sitting here, playing with my cunt and dreaming of the way you make me cum so fucking hard. I remember the last time you played with me, the mess I made.
I told you just how sloppy my slit was for you, and that only made you harder. Now, I’ve got a bigger appetite. I took myself a little vacation to the islands, and let me tell you something; tequila turns my cunt into an absolute waterfall. As soon as I started drinking down in the Caribbean, I got so fucking horny I could hardly stand it. It took everything in my power not to fuck half the bar that night. Instead, I got myself back to my hotel, crawled into bed, and thought of you.
I’m laying here with the bottle I got back through customs, my fingers pruning from playing in the little ocean between my legs. Sail up, and find either my sensitive little island, or my buried treasure cove.