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“I need to get out of these wet jeans They stink”

Her hand darts out, fisting my shirt just below my sternum as she looks down I know that if her eyes connect withall fucking day is not so I can hide

“I was trying to say…” She licks her lips and I feel likefor her to open her woht I never have had a Daddy But, I’d like to Do you know anyone that ht be interested in that position?”

“You had to ask that?” The words feel like sandpaper in my throat “Because, my little Prima, I won’t lie to you Not about this”

“So, what does that mean? You know so on her tiptoes, wiggling her ass as she spins She’s elegance and grace and youth I’ht now, none of that seems to matter

Life brought her to me, now it’s time for me to take what I know I deserve What I knoe both need

“I am someone” I stomp in her direction She’s spun her way over toward the sofa, the light froht around her silhouette “I am Daddy”

I hear her gasp as I grip her wrists, backing her against the glass, holding them above her head

“Now, like I said, I need to get out of these wet jeans” I let go of her hands “Get to work, baby Show Daddy what a good girl you’re going to be for him”

Her mouth opens but she doesn’t speak Instead, shesound and I see her body shudder

“You pretending you don’t hat I want? I can feel it Layla, it’s like sorees whenever we’re within sight of each other Aht?”

She shakes her head but squeaks out a little, “Yes”

I can taste her sweet breath, my mouth just inches above hers “Do you kno many times I’ve dreain walls wrapped around my thick cock? Hoould feel to fuck into you until you are rotten with me?”

That little chirping sound co she’s hot but a little off balance by it all