Novel & Cerita Daddy Aesthetic

He was always making my eyes white and dripping my saliva because Daddy Damon was delicious as he fucked my entrance. It wasn't long before Daddy was done getting dressed. I waited downstairs because maybe if I was waiting for him upstairs, my pussy might be ruined and wet again. Daddy has come down. He was really handsome to look at. Dapper. He is a blessing to me in the sky. Not to be flirty but look at Daddy Damon's appearance. Handsome, beefy. And the other thing I adore to him is the beautiful fit on his beard, tanned skin, many tattoos that made him exceedingly attractive. Let's not forget the giant snake hiding in his boxer. It spews out white venom that I also swallow occasionally. "

he muttered as he glided his hips beneath his briefs, he pulled out his cock, it stood erect and hard cautiously as he put his fingers across it with his eye pinned against my already wet clit and pussy. "Will you fuck me Daddy?." I asked lost in the pleasure as I increased my pace, I threw my head towards the back constantly as I kept rolling my eyes against my head, I've never felt such intense pleasure, "ahhh" he groaned as he jerked off on his cock, his dick twitched the more as he ran his hand over it at first and held it in a circular motion, throbbed it downward again he cap, he also picked up his pace, flung his legs wide apart and closed his eyes shut ss he jerked even faster, I hav

" Naomi supported her chin with one hand, looking at Jack's handsome face. She was engrossed in hearing what he said. His calm and steady talking speed was never urgent. It was as if he was always in control of everything he did. He could have only uttered a few simple words, yet it had the power to comfort others. His mature aura oozed from the corner of his brows, slowly entering Naomi's heart. She looked at him and started to swoon. Mister Daddy was way too handsome! "That's not the most important reason I'm looking for Lord G." Jack looked at Naomi with a deep gaze.

—so he’d think I was calling him old, like someone who could be a father. Out of curiosity, I did a quick online search. The first result said that some men feel joy when their partner calls them “Daddy,” especially if they already have children. That couldn’t be it. I kept reading until I reached one explanation: “For some, the term ‘Daddy’ can evoke romantic feelings and a deeper sense of intimacy in a relationship.” My eyes widened. “Damn… That’s not what I meant at all! I think he misunderstood me big time!” I bit my lip, sighed, and glanced at the time. Crap—I was going to be late!

And like a whore without redemption, I pull it up to drag a greedy sniff. That oak scent. The kind a perverted billionaire smells like. Rich and cursed and impossible to resist regardless. Fuck, I want him. Here and now. And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets. So I spread out my stiff legs, causing the rough ground to bite into my skin, leaving the area bruised. “Ahhh…” It hurts, but I don't stop. In a ‘Burn with me’ way, I don't pull up my dress, ‘cus while I love to die with the knowledge that he craved to see my perfect pink pussy.

He became extra energetic. To leave a good impression on Angeline, he even trimmed his hair and went for a facial treatment. It made him even more charming than he already was. That night, when the children saw their handsome daddy, they roasted him without mercy. Baby Zety rolled her eyes as she said, “Mommy isn’t even at home. No one’s going to look at how pretty you are, Daddy.” Jay, “...” Jenson was a sharp thinker and immediately guessed what was going on. “Daddy, have you found Mommy?”

“Right now, your daddy ain't here. He gave you up. For the next hour, he doesn't exist, so you might as well call me daddy.” I smirk, squirming as his fingers circle my nipples. “You're such a pervert, daddy.” I never once thought that word was sexy until a guy tweaking my nipples held me in his lap and demanded I call him it. It'd probably make me wet if I wasn't already so. “Goddamn,” Jason says, “she's not even calling me daddy, but it's fucking hot anyway.” Chris chimes in, “That's okay. I'm fine if we're just a couple of uncles.”

He has dark hair and light skin and cheekbones that sculpt his perfect face. Daddy is sweeter. His dick is smaller than Master's but just as effective at wrecking me. Daddy has dark brown skin like mine and black short hair that he braids on his head neatly. He's so beautiful too, he always praises me and is soft and gentle with me. Daddy always smiles and calls me his good boy and gives me rewards. "What a good boy you've been," Daddy says as he pets my hair. I whine and rub my head into his hand as I pull at the ropes holding me spread eagle on the bed. I can feel the wet patch between my legs from my pussy.

They are tipped in black, of course, instead of the basic white. “They were girls who had connections in the MC world, which was the way we were hired by Grimm.” “Right. So let's take the bike Daddy Tee.” I bat my long dark false lashes at him. The calm Cajun shakes his purple head at me. “I see where you are going. Fine, but don’t call me Daddy.” “Sounded wrong to me, too. I thought of Jase when the word ‘daddy’ left my lips.” Tee chuckles and then says, “I get it. Ryder be Daddy.”

Gosh this girl, mum blushed and fish out of the living room covering her face, can't believe at this age mum is still shy "Come on darling I was having a nice time with your mother before you chase her" Daddy pouted "Ohh no daddy don't cry you know where to get your wife" I winked at him rushing out of the house "You kid…!" I heard Dad screaming after me but I was already out I smirk standing outside "Robert Declan, I'm coming for you"