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my daughter says cheerfully “Um Wilma had an errand to do so she asked me to make the soup for you Mr. Moore. I hope you and your daughter like it. I made plenty for the both of you, it also has some rice and two types of fish sauce.” She hands me the bag But before I can answer back my daughter introduced herself to Safina “Hi! I’m Rosella! But everybody calls me Rosie and my daddy calls me buttercup! Are you his new girlfriend?” she asks innocently

he murmured to Poppy, “what do you want for breakfast? Daddy can make waffles. Or pancakes. Or buy a cake palace. Just point, Princess.” “Waffles! As big as Mommy’s face!” “Uh, excuse me?” I stared at them. “My face is a masterpiece. Do not use it as a food unit.” “But your face is big. So it can hold a lot of toppings.” She grinned. Little menace. Salma chuckled again. “She is your daughter, Jas. Only you could give birth to this combination of cruel and adorable.” I narrowed my eyes at her. Adrian set Poppy down, kissed the top of her head, then headed into the kitchen, opening cupboards and pulling out flour. Waffle time, apparently.

“Yes. Until the kids are ready to be picked up from nursery school.” The mention of Allie and Christopher makes me smile. My son is four, my daughter three. They are curious and funny and brave. They are a mixture of me and Stella and I’ll never stop marveling over them. Along with their mother, they’re my life. My source of happiness. But my obsession? That’s for Stella alone. Its wild and without end. I lick a path from between her tits up to the hollow of her throat, dipping and swirling my tongue there, absorbing her scent, her shiver, her tiny gasp of air. “You going to let Daddy fuck you in that pretty new dress, Stella?”

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

“Th… Thank… Thank you, daddy, for filling me with your precious cum. Thank you for pleasuring me.” Oliver felt content. His smile widened. “That’s like my good babygirl. Now tell me whose whore you are?” He asked, slapping her both cheeks lightly to make them red and inserted his thumb in her mouth, letting her suck it before pulling it back the next moment. He was amazed at how easily her cheeks were getting red with his light slapping in which he didn't even apply any strength. “You… Yours, daddy.” She shuddered. “Mine what?”

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

“Gonna pump so much cum into this young womb tonight. Bet we knock your rich girl pussy up. You want that? Want us to breed you while your parents are on vacation?” Lisa was completely broken. “Yes, Daddy,” she begged, pushing back against his cock. “Breed me… fill me up… I want your cum so bad…” That was all the answer they needed. All three men took turns calling her “Daddy’s little whore” while they fucked her. They made her beg for every load. “Please Daddy, cum inside me!” “Fill your daughter’s pussy!” They came inside her over and over again -- creampie after creampie until her pussy and ass were overflowing, cum pouring out in thick white rivers every time they pulled out.

Lady May didn’t care about nothing but money and as soon as she noticed how old men stared at her son, she made a devious plan. At first, it had started as harmless gifting from these men to her son just to speak with the boy and soon it became a kiss and from there… “I don’t want to do this. They come at me and they do these things I don’t like,” Patrick complained. His mother, Lady May smiled deviously. “But you do love it, Pat darling. Remember I’ve caught you kissing boys your age so many times. So for once, don’t be a selfish brat and help mummy get the money she wants!” She fired at him.

“Boring as hell, sweetheart, but thinking of coming home to this, your tight little body in lace, serving me like my personal whore, got me through it. What about you? Been touching that needy pussy all day, dreaming of daddy's thick cock stretching you?" His words made her squirm, her thighs pressing together as she nodded, feeding him a roll-up of chicken and roasted red pepper, the smoky flavors exploding. “Only for you, daddy. I baked the cake too, but that's later. Eat up, you'll need your strength to punish your kitten for being so bold tonight."

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.