Mi Papa Me Folla の小説・ストーリー

"I won't fuck those mums my little girl…just you…okay.” I nodded as I felt his hands move inside just moments it got to my pussy he stopped. “Why did you stop?" I was disappointed. "I want your tits." He said unapologetically, and that made me want to beg for his hands so badly. I took off my loose tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Took out my bra and watched my boobs bounce out in his face. “Fuck, princes you are so beautiful." “Suck me, daddy…" I moaned as I felt his cock rise under me…bugging out of his pants and feeding me with the illusion of it getting into my pussy.

"Rafael if you keep talking, I'm going to stop." "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Si papi, quiero esto. Te deseo. No me importa nada más mientras te tenga." (Yes daddy, I want this. I want you. I don't care about anything else as long as I have you.) "Call me papi one more time and I'm gonna..." "Papi." I cut him off and giggle. Even though he was hurt, he flipped me over and pulled my shorts off..... *internally rolls eyes* pulled.... he practically ripped them off me. He growls when he sees my matching black lace panties and bra.

I asked, and my voice came out wrong, too strong, too scared, and I could feel my heart starting to speed up in my chest, that familiar panic beginning to claw its way up my throat. "Papa!" Marcello said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he was talking about what he had for lunch, completely ignorant to the way my entire world just swayed sideways and started falling apart. "What?" The word barely made it out, strangled and small. "A man came to school and he said he's my Papa and he bought me chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce and little chocolate pieces and it was so big, Mama, the biggest ice cream I ever had!"

Papa was lying on a bed, his head turned toward the window. As if he felt me, he turned around. And the second our eyes met, I burst into tears. I dropped my bag and flew across the room, collapsing into his arms. He caught me like he always did, folding me into his chest and rubbing my back. “Ozugo, ozugo,” he whispered. It’s fine. It’s fine. “Why didn’t you answer your phone??!” I sobbed, choking on the words. “They took it,” Papa muttered softly. “Those men… they even tried to strip off my clothes.”

She is going to sing a lullaby when Mehrab asked Meher curiously," Mamma, du avryone has Papa(Mamma, do everyone has papa?) Du me have Papa(Do I have Papa?) Meher become startled hearing Mehrab. She is surprised because Mehrab doesn't talk about this Papa things often. He talked about this thing when he saw Sehreyar's photo in the magazine for the first time. " Why are you asking that? Did anyone say anything to you?"Meher asked him worriedly. Mehrab replied innocently," I ash thi saim qution to Siya aunty(Mehrab's nanny) and she tell me thet everyone hes Papa( I asked the same question to Siya aunty and she told me that everyone has Papa) Meher smiled after hearing his information and repli

I bowed my hands wrapped in front of me, the position , he found respectable, he would say. "My father, he comes here for a visit, doesn’t stay up for a few days like he was supposed to , then he comes up with this nonsense about finding his mate… his mate…" he spoke as a chill ran down my spine before letting out a cruel laugh at the end, his hand on his waist. "Can you imagine my father having a mate?" he growled as he slammed his hands on the table. As he growled even louder, I flinched at his fist impact on the table.

Bumaling si Fergie kay Papa na bigla nalang nagdilim ang mukha. Nang hindi sumagot si Papa ay bigla niyang sinipa sa tuhod si Papa. Napaluhod si Papa habang hawak parin ni Fergie. Akmang susugod ako ng pigilan ako ni Zykiel. "No. Not now." He whispered as he slowly held my hand and walk back. "Your father is an ex-army general. He can handle himself."

She listened to footsteps approaching her room, it was gentle and light she immediately sensed it was Isabella's she sniffed and kneaded her jowls and she rubbed her eyes and she wore a fake smile. Isabella stepped into the room and paused Mia she held her hand and looked into her eyes, " mama isn't papa gonna come home anymore? I'm getting bored waiting for him and my dolls too. Isn't he gonna feed me a cupcake or play with my hair and put me on his shoulders anymore? He always does. Where is Papa? I want my papa mama." Her voice cracked as she spoke and tears shredded on her jowls. Mia nuzzled her cheeks with her thumbs, "do not be sad your papa's gonna be home."

I was completely trapped in this bed and couldn't escape. The silence that followed felt even more dangerous, especially seeing Mama's gaze on Papa. The man who flowed his blood in my body chose to step back slowly and showed a suspicious grin. "Your Papa has the heart to leave you trapped like this." How fitting. Mama always managed to make Papa die. I don't know if I should be sad or laugh when I see Papa scratching the back of his head and seemingly gesturing to coax Mama out. Is marriage that influential, huh? "Need a stomach filler?" Angga suddenly broke the tension between our conversations. He handed one of the shopping papers labeled as a fast food franchise to Papa as he whispered s

he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye I put my phone down grinning like an idiot, I know very well how much my dad loves me, he always says my mom has Three mamas' boys so I am his treasure daddy’s girl, I have long since grown from girl-hood into womanhood but hey, no harm no foul, I am what I am to my papa bear.