Daddy Babygirl Aesthetic Outfits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As if sensing my presence, Finn pauses, his back going straight as he lifts his head and turns around slowly. His intense gaze meets mine, making my breath hitch. Finn trails his eyes up and down my body, his nostrils flaring as he takes in my outfit. He stalks toward me, the predatory look in his eyes making my core throb painfully. If I were standing in front of anyone else in nothing more than a button-down shirt, I’d be mortified. But Finn always makes me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. It makes me want to show him more. “Goddamn, babygirl,” my Daddy growls, the sound vibrating through me and making me whimper. “Jesus, do you have any idea what seeing you in my clothes

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

Daddy Cole loved picking playful outfits—bright colors, bows in her hair, matching hair clips. Daddy Grant preferred cozy—oversized sweaters that swallowed her, fuzzy socks, things that made cuddling easier. Daddy Marcus leaned toward elegant little—lace-trimmed dresses, delicate jewelry, things that made her feel like a princess. They always asked her opinion, but she usually deferred with a shy “Whatever Daddies think is prettiest.” Afternoons were pure little time. Coloring books spread across the playroom floor—Daddy Grant lying on his stomach beside her, adding details to her pictures carefully.

“I can wear whatever the hell I want in our own house!” “There are men in this house, Layla,” Wyatt snapped back, his voice tight, his jaw clenched as he tried to avoid looking at my chest. “Dress modestly for once.” A dark, mocking laugh bubbled up from my chest. “Men? Wait... don’t tell me I turn you on just by seeing me like this?” I growled angrily at him, tilting my head. “You’re the one who claimed I don’t turn you on anymore! So are you fucking crazy?How dare you tell me what I can and cannot wear?”

"I was watching the camera feed. I was worried that the camera wouldn't get here on time, my sweet girl..." "But it did, big daddy. Now I'm in your arms...safe," I whisper into his neck, snuggling into his neck. "Thank you, Big Daddy. You came through." Between our tightly pressed bodies, Tristan becomes fully erect. He cussed, swallowing hard, one of his large hands getting lost in the pink ruffles of my skirt. "You naughty, naughty girl. What is this damn outfit you're wearing? Throw in the pigtails and you look like a seven-year-old school girl."

Saph doesn’t drink often- only on special occasions, but never so casually like this. “I’m sure you’ll bounce back in no time. Are you still waiting until the baby is born to find out the gender?” I ask, turning my attention to Daya as I slip my shoes on. She’s in a form-fitting black dress that ends at her mid-thigh, with long sleeves made of lace, and a V-neck. The dress highlights her pregnant belly beautifully. She doesn’t bother with fancy shoes and is wearing a simple pair of nude sandals. She’s stunning. “We want to be surprised, though, Darius is convinced it will be a girl. He thinks we will all have nothing but strong-minded daughters down the road,” she says, blushing as she think

“Naya!!” —- N A D I N E L E V I T H A N I just got back from overseas when I heard that today is the annual party, and I’m super excited to see my baby again. Oh my God! I didn’t have time to prepare, so I just wore my favorite red sultry dress. I like this dress because it exudes sensuality and allure. It features a form-fitting silhouette, accentuating curves, with a deep neckline. The fabric is satin, enhancing its luxurious appeal, and it has draping details and a slit that adds drama and movement.

Dallin sighed and shook his head. “And y---wait! You don’t have a name.” He stroke his chin and the baby giggled louder, “How about bebe?” he stared at her and her giggles intensified, “Hey, stop laughing at me okay? It’s not like I had a daughter before, I am new to things.” As his lips uttered those words, the realization hit him, “My daughter!” he tried to ignore the eye gaze with the little baby, peeking at him but eventually fell for her cuteness.

I replied causing his jaw to tighten in rage because maybe I had trampled his pride when I refused his indecent offer to me. I take a deep breath when a few seconds later and the old man is still standing in front of me and by the look of it, it seems that he doesn't have any plans of leaving me the fuck alone. "Aw, I know this tactic, bitch! You're acting like you're not interested in my offer but the truth is you're just trying me if I can raise the set price. Don't worry, money is never a problem. Do you want two million or maybe three million? I can give you that but you need to earn those millions. How about being my little filthy boy for a month?" The old man said and smiles at me whic

Just my style, dark and not over the top. "A little underworld pride. Me, Dad, and Azrael all have similar ones. I had this made for you a week ago," she says nonchalantly. Before I can thank her, she steps away and opens the door, letting my father in. He's dressed in an all-black suit and has a baby wrap over his shirt. I laugh at him, he's a serious baby hog, and if I hired him as a live-in nanny, he would jump for joy. "You look beautiful," he says, looking at me with eyes full of pride. "Now, let's get my favorite tiny one all snuggled in here; you girls will want to have fun all night, so don't worry, I got the baby."