Romans & histoires Daddy Little Girl

And his fate was decided by the Devil himself. "Daddy." What the hell ! The devil thought . "Daddy!" Saying came running a little girl from under the small book shelf and went to hug her daddy. " Where the actual hell this little sh*t came from , didn't you kill each and every single one of them?! " the devil asked his men while eyeing the small girl with a death glare who was hugging the bastard. 'Daddy?' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title?'

Her efforts were wasted as he held her waist down, keeping her still and motionless. "Please..." she begged, for the nth time that night "I want you here, Daddy." It was like a dream as Dario gazed at his little. Her hands, that were supposedly reaching for him, slowly descended and placed themselves by her abdomen. Her fingers gently moving against the V of her center, seemingly seducing her Daddy to touch her just below it. His chest rumbled. His little girl was a dirty kitty inside and he loved it. "Alright." he spoke "Daddy will give you what you want."

She was protecting her children. "I am six, almost seven. Look, here's a photo of my brother. He looks just like you, Daddy. I will not stop calling you daddy because you are my daddy. You cannot just put babies in Mommy's stomach and then leave them. How do you get that to swallow a baby so that the baby goes into her stomach?" The little girl asks. I can't believe she's Maddie's child. She's just as feisty as her mother. I look at the little boy's photo, and he looks just like me when I was his age. I'm really starting to believe this little girl now.

“I’m yours. I belong to you.” “Good girl. And who am I to you? I want to hear you say it.” “Huh?” “Who am I to you?” “You’re… you’re…” “I’m your Daddy!” He answered for me. As he let go of my hair, I felt his dick poke my entrance. He was playing with me, teasing me, sexually tormenting me. “Come on! I want to hear you say it.” “You’re my Daddy.” I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling.

And more importantly, I liked that it gave him a different kind of pleasure. “Forgive me, Daddy, all I want is your big, hard cock in me. I want it every time, Daddy.” I wiggled my ass, allowing it to jiggle as I said that and Clint acted along by delivering one quick and stinging smack to my ass. I was certain it would be red by now but I wanted more and I twerked my ass a little more, knowing that my Daddy was going to see everything. Clint chuckled at my impatience and he bent over me.

"You enjoy Sasha's party. I'll take care of our princess, isn't that right, Dawn, love?” My little girl bawled harder. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” I murmured, grabbing the bottle. I settled into one of the chairs, and she latched on to the bottle immediately, her little hands wrapping around mine as she ate. "You're going to be just like your mama," I told her softly. "Strong and beautiful and absolutely unstoppable. But first, you're going to stay tiny forever, so Daddy doesn't have to worry about boys." She let the bottle go with a pop and blinked up at me.

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.

She was so small like this—curled into me, trusting, soft—and it still floored me how someone this delicate could own every corner of my soul. She shifted—nuzzled deeper into the crook of my neck, nose brushing my pulse point. Then, in the tiniest, sweetest voice I’d ever heard from her: “Daddy…” My heart did that stupid lurch it always does when she says it like that—soft, needy, a little vulnerable. I tilted my head down, lips brushing her hair. “Yes, honey,” I answered, keeping my voice low, soothing, the register I only ever use when she’s small like this. “What’s the matter, baby girl?”

Daddy stirred behind me, his large hand sliding possessively over my breast before moving down between my legs. “Morning, babygirl,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “How does my little toy feel today?” “Sore… but happy, Daddy,” I whispered, pressing back against him. He chuckled softly and pushed two fingers inside my pussy, slowly pumping them. “Still full of Daddy’s cum. Good. I like knowing you’re carrying me inside you all day.” He removed his fingers and brought them to my lips. I obediently sucked them clean, tasting both of us.

I have watched this video every night and still it could make my dick so hard, hearing me calling me daddy. “Little angel, call me daddy,” I whispered. I wanted to hear her calling me daddy while I pound her pussy, pinning her against those bedsheets, choking her, thrusting inside her holes until she couldn't think straight. “Fuck, yes my little angel” I moaned hard. Her moaning kept on increasing as I took out my dick, moaning her name again and again. I wanted to peep inside those holes which were covered with white panties, I wanted to see her pink cunt, lubricated with her scent.