Poppy Playtime Images Novels & Stories

Poppy teases, reaching over to brush his hair back from his forehead. He yawns wide enough to show every little tooth, then blinks up at me. “Can I have pancakes?” “Pancakes?” I echo, feigning shock. “That’s a big request for someone who’s barely awake.” He shrugs, eyes already drooping again. “I like making them.” “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “That’s reason enough, baby.” Poppy watches us, her expression soft but full of something fierce beneath it. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asks quietly.

The playground stood invitingly in the distance, a place I recognized through flashes of memory. As I approached, memories flooded in like the tide. The laughter of children, the creaking of swings carried by the gentle breeze, and the scent of cotton candy and popcorn from the nearest shop. But the most vivid of all was the laughter of a little girl. Gemma. Poppy's daughter is a brilliant light, smiling like sunlight breaking through the clouds. In my subconscious, I recalled moments spent playing, her delighted squeals echoing in my mind.

“Hey daddy… you wouldn't want to miss out on what this nasty whorish bitch of yours is doing!” A sexy picture followed and my cock throbbed at the sight of Isa. She was cladded in a red lingerie her hair scattered across her face and giving her this bitchy expression. Fuck! My cock throbbed at the sexy sight of her. Another message followed and I read. “I wonder what it would feel like having your tongue gliding against this dripping pussy of mine, Come get your sweet wet pussy before I fucking give it to a dildo.” A dildo? My heart clenched immediately! This lady was driving me crazy. As if sending me a sexy picture of her was not enough, she wants to have my pussy given to a dildo? Fuck! I