I Am Wet Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I arched my back as I continued to finger my wet pussy. "Just like that," Daddy purred. Wrapping my other arm around the back of my thighs, I picked up the pace, my moans getting louder. The fire intensified, licking up everything in its trail. "I'm going to cum," I moaned. "Come, baby," he said hoarsely. "Cum for Daddy." I squeezed my eyes shut and came hard, screaming as I squirted all over the bed. I spread my lips for Daddy to see, while my body shook. "Daddy!"

What daddy wants , daddy gets… I feel my a sudden pool of wetness gather in the middle of my legs , as I think of David as my daddy. I rush over to the bathroom , trying to busy my mind so that I could stop my self from thinking of any thing that makes me think of Dvid and I getting naughty and doing the deed. How ever , no matter how much I tried I could not stop.

“Do not stare at me like that Daddy… please…. Please fuck me.” Dante groaned and his eyes suddenly turned darker with so many wants, this woman completed him. She pushes all his worries away, whenever she is with him. His nose sniffed her scent and he whispered into her ear. “How wet are you for daddy.” “Why don't you see for yourself.” her breathless whisper came out in a compel and his fingers sneaked their way to her pussy, her wetness was in excess, and this time she had clothed all her undies with her wetness.

“I need my money! My money is the problem! My daily allowance is the problem!” “B-b-but… I don't have it.” I was crying fully this time, sniffling and whimpering. “I don't have anything… I even need money to take care of my children…" I tried to stress out, but my drunk father just let out a mirthless laugh. “You mean the bastard that is inside you?” He asked menacingly as he raised his heavy boots to kick me directly on the tummy and I screamed in pain. “Father! Stop!” I was crying and sniffling with tears as I felt my lower body go weak with pain, my breath almost knocked out of me with that kick. “Please, I beg you. Please, stop!”

The kind of wet that made her thighs slick. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly to the screen, imagining it was him. Victor. The man who had taken her in after her mother died. The man who paid for her college, her clothes, her entire spoiled life. The man who was twenty-four years older than her and absolutely forbidden. She knew it was wrong. She knew it was twisted. But that only made her wetter. Her fingers moved faster, dipping inside her tight heat before sliding back up to rub her clit in desperate circles. “Fuck… Daddy, please…”

My jaw ached, but the way he groaned above me made my pussy throb harder. He yanked my hair suddenly, and I winced. Instead of hating it, I got wetter. “I want to fuck that pussy of yours,” he said, standing up and letting his huge cock bounce against his hard abs. I moaned without shame. “Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me.”

Perhaps not good but it felt good. Strong arms grabbed my thighs firmly and squeezed at them. I watched, with heaving chest as daddy looked down at my wet pussy. "Daddy..." I moaned. "What do you want me to do to you..." He questioned as his fingers trailed my inner thighs, making my head all mushy and my knees weaker. "I... I want daddy to lick my pussy and fuck me" I whispered the word. "Louder" he demanded as his fingers made their way to my pussy. "I want daddy... I want daddy to lick my pussy and fuck me!"

He leaned down, burying his face between my open legs, sliding his hot tongue deep inside my soaking pussy. ‎"Mmmhh... Daddy..." I moaned, resting one hand on the desk while my other hand tangled into his hair. ‎He lapped up my wetness, his tongue driving deeper in a steady, maddening rhythm. Why is he being so quiet today? ‎I threw my head back, whimpering as waves of heat crashed through my body.

“You’re so wet, baby girl. Look at you. Your arousal is leaking out.” I am. I can feel it. The wetness coating my inner thighs. Dripping down. “Daddy, please.” He reaches out and runs one finger through my folds. Collecting the wetness. His eyes never leave what he’s doing. A low grunt rumbles from his throat. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls. “Your pretty pink pussy all wet and ready for me. Begging to be touched.” He positions his finger at my entrance. I feel the pressure. The promise of it. My hips tilt toward him on their own.

I was so wet from how completely immoral this was, not understanding why the taboo nature of all this turned me on more than anything else. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and the adrenaline moving through my veins felt like liquid fire. It burned me from the inside out. When he finally touched my soaked pussy, I groaned and popped my ass up more, angling my pussy so he could get in nice and deep. “My baby girl is so wet for Daddy. Such a dirty little slut.” When he leaned in, covering my back with his hard torso, I moaned, loving his hairy chest against my bare skin.