Daddy's little princess
Grateful that I had decided to take a bath and change into new clothing back home.
"Daddy," she whispered, biting into her lips while she slipped her finger in and out of her pink, fleshy cunt, its juice dripping all over my couch. I didn't mind that. I wasn't going to care about that, not even when I should.
This was my sweet little princess; she could taint the whole building with her juice, and I wouldn't mind because she had the right to do so.
"Fuck," her eyes rolled, and I knew she was close.