Daddy / Daughter phone sex the story of us.

 Daddy / Daughter phone sex                Daddy / Daughter phone sex the story of us. To begin with I was young when I was dubbed Daddies little angel. Now it didn’t take long to figure out I was the devil disguise. Look like Angel. Talk like an angel. Walk like an angel. But I got wise you’re the devil in disguise. There was no mistaking this.

            Big tits. Like to flaunt. I always did say if you got them then you might as well flaunt them. Little purple tied until the boobies’ tank top; black mini skirt so short when I bent over there was no mistaking wasn’t wearing panties.

            Now that I intentionally was trying to get his attention everyone knew why Daddy’s girl phone sex was always a top priority. At the same time, I would be thinking of ways to get him in my bed. It must be remembered that as his little devil in disguise telling me no just didn’t work. Not in the least.

            In fact, when I was told no that just made me want it even more. I was a girl on a mission. Getting what I wanted when I wanted it.  After all, crossing me meant that you just got to see a full-blown temper tantrum. I wanted. I took. Fucking my daddy with his massive 10 plus inch cock well that was only the beginning. The best was yet to come.

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