I Am Wet Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I get two fingers inside her and she starts riding them like the most erotic cowgirl I’ve ever seen. It’s too much—I’m getting lightheaded from need. “You know what happens when you’re naughty, baby?” I wiggle my fingers inside her but I can’t quite reach her G-spot. “What?” she breathes. “You take your daddy’s big cock. Are you ready for it?” “Yes.” She rocks over my fingers. “Yes, Daddy,” I correct her. I don’t know why I’m getting into being her daddy so much, but I am. “Yes, Daddy.”

"You're so fucking wet for daddy. Mmmph... yesss... Ohh fuck!" "Yes! Just like that! Ohhh fuck me, Daddy! Give it all to me! Ahhh! Ahhh! Yesss!" I was sobbing, my hands gripping the sheets until my knuckles were white. "Right there! Ohhh yes! Ohhh goodness... ahhh yesss! Push deeper! Fuck me harder!"

Perhaps, I should start referring to Synn as the mother of Wet Nights, because what the hell? “That's…” I wanted to compliment her but she immediately cut me off even before I could say the word. “Creepy! Yeah, I know. But it made me who I'm today. Shemika, one thing you must know is that Wet Nights will build you, it'll restructure you, and if you're not careful, it'll change you entirely…don't lose yourself while at it?” Synn's voice suddenly dropped low like a mother sharing some secret tips to her kid.

Daddy is nothing like the good fucker you fantasize. In smooth silence, I reach for the medal, unable to completely get my mind off playing my fingers around her wetness, feeling how smooth and thick she comes. The feel of it makes my muscles go rigid. My fingers greedily caress the face, drawing out every drop of her wetness, jealous of my own image. The only thing I want to collect her wetness is my palm. ‘Oh, fuck… Daddy will break you.’ Heavy moans light up my soul. The feel of her wetness drives me nuts. It's warm.

The warrior who’d taken my council by storm today and my cock like a conquest last night. I leaned back in the wide chair, legs spread, whiskey in hand, and waited for the girls to be brought in. Let them come. Let them try to make me forget. They wouldn’t. But I’d fuck them anyway, hard, ruthless, relentless imagining dark hair fisted in my hand, hearing that proud voice break on the word Daddy. Because until I had her again, really had her, spread out and begging on my bed instead of my son’s, I’d burn through every pretty thing in this pack.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

Daddy unzips his leather pants and I blush as I realise I've gotten my wetness on his pants. "You're so wet whore, dripping everywhere," Master says as he shoves two fingers between my legs and rubs my pussy. The squelching noises coming from how wet I am makes me blush a deep red and avoid eye contact. "Look at me darling," Daddy says and I look as he holds my chin gently. "You're such a good boy getting wet for us." "Thank you daddy," I mumble and I feel a sharp slap on my asscheek. "Speak up boy," Master says harshly.

Ava whimpered as I rolled my cock on her pussy lips, lubing my cock with her flowing juice "Always an ocean for Daddy, little doll, you are so wet for Daddy, aren't you?" I groaned, resisting the urge to throw my head back in pleasure as my eyes fixed on our genitals as I rubbed it hard on her pussy entrance "Yes, Daddy, your little doll gets all fucking wet for you." "Who bangs this pussy better and harder?" "Daddy, it's you, I have not fucked anyone else, Daddy, you are my first."

“Yes Daddy… I know I have to work hard at school and I cannot act like a slut in the streets… I have to control my urges…!” As I squirmed on the edge of the bed, Daddy noticed all of a sudden that the crotch of my panties was wet. No… they were not just wet, they were soaked. My pussy actually pulsated a little as Daddy was moving in to get a good look. “Kat, why is your pussy so wet?” Daddy disdainfully hooked one finger over the crotch of my thong and yanked it to the side. He saw a red swollen pussy that once again pulsated.

"But he was just that. A boy. I want a man. I want you, Daddy. You don't need to watch... you can have me." My pussy was getting wet. So, so wet. "This is crazy, Amy. You're crazy." "Crazy for you, Daddy." "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but..." I placed a hand over my mouth.