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I collected the phone excitedly and spoke to my dad but I could hear his excitement over the phone. “I have good news, Alyssa.” “What’s that, Dad?” “The war is finally over, it’s all finally under control.” He said excitedly. I sighed in both relief and excitement till he added, “You can come home now.”

I wait while Gianna adorably tries to create a sentence, but before she does, my father storms toward us. “Grant!” He snarls, his eyes filled with anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” By this point we are surrounded, just as I was wanting and when I’m certain that there are enough people around to spread the word that the golden bachelor has found his future wife, I reach out and wrap an arm around Gianna. “I think it is pretty clear,” I say slowly, peeking toward Gianna who remains silent. “I’m kissing my future wife.”

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

she snuggled into him and said "dad hiccup" dhiren controlling his laugh so hard don asked "who is your dad huh" srinithi poked on his cheek and said "you hiccup" Dhien fallen on bed and started laughing srinithi said "daddy" don raised his eyebrow and holded her hand tightly she started crying again in pain Dhiren pulled her from don and said while laughing "its okay princess your daddy dont know how to be gentle" don getting frustrated She hugged dhiren and said "maa" don said "yeah exactly this guy is your mom call him that only" dhien screamed "what the hell do you think I'm a lady" don rolled his eyes and said sarcastically "who knows"

“Yes daddy, yes!“ I pressed his head into my pussy, I could feel his tongue, searching, exploring, devouring. “Arhhhh,” I moaned, but he stopped, and instantly replaced it with two of his fingers. “Fuck daddy, yes!,” I screamed, ohh this was way more than pleasure, I could already feel my soul leaving me. “You like it?“ He said roughly. “Yes daddy, I do,” I nodded as I threw my head backward, biting my lips tightly. He looked at my boobs, my hardened nipples couldn't hide from my gown. “I need to suck on those boobs,” he was still working on my pussy.

I almost swiped my tongue over my screen because I'm such a fucking whore for a man. “Baby…” He moaned as he stroked further, my eyes locked on my screen for dear life as my fingers hovered around my aching, swollen clit. “Yes Daddy?” I batted my lashes at him. No matter how many times we fuck, I could never get tired. “Say my name. Moan my name.” “Daneee….” I moaned, because I really wanted to, because I touched my clit and a sensation hit me, as though he was the one touching it.

Siddharth asked making Aaryan count the guys leaving the dear ladies behind. "Excuse me who will count us?" Akansha asked frowning. "You guys are too soft to play with us- we don't play on papa ki pari level." Aaryan reasoned making the ladies frown while guys chuckled. ( Daddy's Princess ) "Papa ki pari kon hai idhar? Tere siva or koi dikh nahi rahi mujhe." Akshita said making him scrunch his face. ( Who is daddy's princess here? I don't see anyone except you here. )

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?