Novel & Cerita Ahh Daddy Sound

"Ah! Oh! Daddy, I love it! Keep going!" My hand was a blur. I was pressing my fingers in and out, feeling myself stretch and snap back. "Mmm-gh! Yes, right there! You're making me so wet, Daddy!" I was so close. The pressure in my gut was tight like a spring. I was pushing harder, my fingers curling, my whole body trembling as I tried to find that perfect, agonizing rhythm. "Please Daddy... ahh, ohhh... I'm almost there... Daddy, I'm—I'm—!"

My body came aflame and the sounds that poured from my mouth was far from normal. A distant part of warned me to be quiet, to not alert my parents but his tongue shoved deep inside me and I forgot everything. Daddy fucked me in deep strokes while his nose ground against my clit. My hips rolled, my pussy grinding hard and fast against his face. He groaned into me like my cunt was the best thing he’d ever tasted, his mouth working over every inch of my dripping hole, sucking, licking, biting. “Daddy—fuck—your tongue—” I was panting, riding his face, using the headboard for leverage as I rocked my hips. “—please—don’t stop—”

All I felt was him, inside me, filling every empty space I never even knew I had. "Aaahh... daddy... you're so big... uuughhh..." "You like it?" "Yesss... Aaaahh... like it... love it... daddy..." He sped up. I screamed. I shrieked. I cursed. "AAAHHH! DADDY! SHIT! SO GOOD! OOOHHH... YESS... YES... YES YES YES DADDY!" "I love your voice," he whispered in my ear. "I love when you call me daddy."

For a long time there is only touching and kissing. Caspian’s mouth finds mine in a slow, deep kiss that tastes of the wine we shared at dinner and something warmer underneath. Zavian presses open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder and the upper slope of my breast, careful to avoid putting any weight on my belly. Their palms stroke over the taut skin again and again, as if they still cannot quite believe what they are feeling. When one of the babies moves, both of them go still and smile against my skin. “Hello, little ones,” Zavian whispers.

"I'd beg for your cock, Daddy. Whisper how much I want you to fuck me hard, and make me yours. I'd be quiet at first, but you'd make it so good I'd have to bite my lip to keep me from screaming." He groaned, shifting closer, his free hand cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple until it hardened. "God, you drive me crazy. Your mom's a good woman, but she doesn't get me like you do. She doesn't make me this hard." He guided my hand to his crotch, where his erection strained against his pants. "Feel that? That's all for you." I stroked him through the fabric, feeling the heat and girth. "It's so big, Daddy. I love how it feels inside me, stretching my pussy." My voice was husky now, the words tu

"Call me daddy from now on." I squeeze my eyes shut. My body reacted treacherously to his words. He orders again low and sternly. "Say it, right now... say, daddy." I remain silent and he reiterates. "Say it!" "D-D..." I hiccup through a suppressed sob. "Go on," He ushers, voice underlined by a sudden urgency. "D-Daddy..." I let out barely above a whisper. "Louder." He half growls out as if in pain, his breathing labored.

The boy reminds me of-. Karim Abdel (On Video Call): You? Halo frowns, but he smiles with a sharp nod. Halo Noel: Sort of. He even speaks Arabic. According to his father, he has an uncle that speaks-. Karim Abdel (On Video Call): I don't mean to cut you off, my son, but it seems some affairs need my attention. Halo frowns again, this time confused by his father's sudden urgency, but he sees the man looking down at his phone.

"Get rid of that piece of shit on your body," came his commanding voice. "Bu-t Daddy, it isn't appropriate," Catie stuttered. "I said to pull down that dress, Catherine. Don't make me repeat my words," he said in a cold yet husky voice that sent a shiver down Catherine's spine.

Until a few seconds later, "Are you that fond of Daddy?" The four-year-old boy was silent for a while. Then he answered, "I love you and Daddy. Don't tell me to choose?" "Forget it, sweetie. I'm just curious. It's okay. Later I'll try to get Daddy to meet you again." "Daddy?" "Yes, Adrian, the real your daddy, not the current one," Lily said with a smile. She then kissed the top of her son's head repeatedly. "Be strong, son. We still have a lot to go through until I can see you grow up."

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.