Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales
I had tossed and turned, thighs pressing together, fighting the urge to touch myself again while replaying his low, seductive voice calling me a “good girl.”
By the time I dragged myself out of bed, I felt raw, needy, and dangerously reckless. I didn’t bother with a robe or anything modest. Instead, I slipped on a short, silky nightgown—the pale cream one that barely skimmed the tops of my thighs, with thin spaghetti straps and a low neckline that showed the swell of my full breasts. No panties. No bra. My nipples were already pebbled from the cool morning air and the constant low thrum of arousal that refused to leave me.
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