Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
I loved Daddy, but I absolutely despise her.
‘I hate mommy’s older brother too, he’s always broodingly quiet, but I caught him looking at my àss one time, even though he tries to hide it, I know he wants to fúck me.’
The stranger didn't reply after this, I sighed and slammed my phone against the pillow. My uncle, while I didn’t exactly hate him, I despised how he always made me feel uneasy, like he could see the facade of my good little girl act. I didn’t usually wear a bra at home, because I wanted Daddy’s attention, but one time I’d caught Uncle staring closely at my títs. Too bad he wasn’t going to get a sniff of me, I belonged to Daddy alone.