Daddy Babygirl Aesthetic Outfits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s the bright red one I’d gotten for him on one of our shopping trips. “I’m going to love using it on you later.” “Why not now?” I huff. Daddy’s cock is still hard, and I want to take care of it so badly my body aches for it. “We have plans. Your parents are receiving us,” he reminds me as he zips up the back of my baby doll dress. It’s red with golden tulle under it, making it puff out at the bottom. It barely covers my bottom. Daddy helps me put on white and red knee high socks before topping me off with a green bow in my hair. “My little elf.” He gives me another kiss on the nose that makes me giggle.

I get the money, I leave, my father lives. She stepped out of her uniform. Underneath, red lace clung to her skin, bold, delicate, defiant. Ethan’s eyes followed her movements, and he felt a strange pull he didn’t understand. She began to dance. Tentative at first, then with rhythm, letting her body move to the music softly playing in the suite.

The next morning I went all out. I chose a completely shameless outfit — a tiny sheer black babydoll lingerie dress that was practically transparent under the bright studio lights. My heavy tits and hard nipples were fully visible. The hem barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. Just a pair of sky-high heels that made my ass jiggle with every step. I looked like a high-end whore, and I knew it. When I walked into the studio, Daddy froze mid-sentence. His eyes darkened with a mix of fury and raw hunger. His jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack. The bulge in his pants appeared almost instantly.

I felt the blood rush to my cheek as I bit off an attack of the giggles. Obediently, I inched my way towards him, feeling the coolness of the chair against my bare skin. For the end-of-year party, the dress code wasn’t really clear but since it was supposed to also be a dinner, I’d opted for the only fancy gown I owned. It was a strapless, burgundy silk dress; the top part was a corset that sculpted my torso perfectly and gave the girls a little boost. The waist down was flayed out elegantly, stopping many inches above my knee. My mom would definitely disapprove.

“She’ll need this in the manor. The east wing can get chilly.” My father was quietly adding things to the growing pile: tiny shoes, soft hats, and—Moon Goddess help me—a collection of Barbie dolls in elegant little boxes. I sighed deeply, trailing after them with my arms crossed over my still-flat stomach. “You do realize there’s still a chance it’s a boy, right?” “We’ll get some boy clothes too,” my father said soothingly, already motioning for the attendant to bring over a selection of blue and gray outfits. “Just in case.”

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

I asked. “I am going to get her ready until the time you get ready.” He said and I nodded. “Have fruits first?” He said, giving me a fruit bowl and leaving our room. I saw daddy helping Jess to get ready, and she was helping to duke to wear his dog cloth. I finished the fruit and took a bath. Likewise, I chose the most decent cloth as he suggested I should not wear something sexy dress. I wore a turtle-neck olive color crop top and high waist black jeans. I curled my long hair and applied little makeup.

“Standing here naked, letting your own father play with your tight little cunt. You like being Daddy’s dirty secret, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped, my hips grinding shamelessly against his hand. “I love it, Daddy. Please don’t stop.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I’m not stopping, baby girl. Not tonight. I’ve spent too many nights trying to ignore how fucking sexy you’ve become. Those tiny shorts that ride up your ass when you bend over. Those thin tank tops with your hard nipples poking through. Walking around like you don’t know what you do to me.”

I felt my cheeks burn as I took him in. Brian had chosen a delicate baby pink lace babydoll that barely reached the top of his thighs. Underneath, sheer pink panties hugged his ass, the front stretched tight over his clearly hard cock. He wore matching stockings with little bows at the top and had slipped on the spare set of 40D breasts. The soft pink color against his masculine frame created a deliciously taboo contrast. “Fuck, Brian…” I breathed, my inner wolf growling deeply. “You look incredible.”

“Do I look like a princess?” I laughed. “You look like a queen, baby.” “Daddy said I’m the queen of his heart!” Dante groaned. “He’s too dramatic.” Alexander chuckled behind me. “He gets that from you.” Alessio walked in behind them, dragging his little jacket halfway off his shoulder and tripping over his shoes. I bent down to fix it, smoothing his curls and kissing his cheek. I’d made every outfit myself, black velvet for the boys, and black velvet, mixed with white and purple lace; it was elegant.