Category: daddy’s little princess phonesex

On Top Of The Mesa

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.

I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.

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Face Fucked By My Father

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Something scary happened to me, and I kinda want to talk about it. I need to process it, I guess, because I’m confused. It was scary, I mean, really scary, and I didn’t want it to happen when it was happening, but ever since, I can’t stop thinking about it. Like I’m waiting for it and…

Wanting it to happen again.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One Part Two

A growl vibrated from his chest, and my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pumped them in hard, scraping my finger tips against my G-spot as he’d taught me. The wet, sloppy sounds of my fucking myself and my moans filled his bedroom. As my orgasm drew closer, my thighs trembled, getting weaker and weaker, bringing me lower and closer to his mouth. Like the viper he is, Larry stilled. He was waiting to strike, waiting till I was weak and slipped so his mouth could latch on to my cunt and drag me through my orgasm. Only, I pulled my fingers free before I fell over the edge. Panting, I sat on his chest and pushed my fingers into his mouth.

Daddy sucked at my fingers greedily like a starving man waiting to be fed. His eyes were darker than normal. Blotted almost black with the lust he was fighting. I was already in trouble; there was no reason to stop his turn now.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Daddy was waiting for me in the kitchen as I snuck in past curfew. All the lights were off as I walked in, so I thought I got away with it, until I walked in and he turned on the lights and scared the crap out of me. “Hey daddy, what are you doing up so late?” “I should be asking you the same thing missy,” he said to me. I told him I was just out with my girlfriends and lost track of time.

He reminded me what was going to happen last time I was late, if I was late again. I cried and begged and said, “No daddy, I’m so sorry. Anything but that. I didn’t mean to be late again.” He apologized for what he was going to do, but he had to teach me a lesson, and I had to know he was serious or I would keep disrespecting the curfew.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Please!” I wailed. My sweaty forehead dropped against my stretched-out bicep. A quick glance up proved the handcuffs looped around the grab handle of his F-350 weren’t coming undone any time soon. “Please, let me suck your cock!” I begged again as I tugged against the metal, hugging my wrists. I’d been pulling against them so much that red lines were appearing where the cuffs rubbed against my delicate wrist bones.

“No.” His voice was cool, calm, and collected when it washed over my exposed throat. He nibbled my overheated skin slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore my body with his fingers and mouth. The toes of my sneakers barely scratched the surface of the dirt road he’d stopped in the middle of. Someone could drive by at any minute while he had me half naked, and handcuffed, dangling and on display from the passenger side grab handle.

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phone sex

 

Milan 844-33CANDY Ext. 398

 

Barely legal sex is way too much fun! Especially, when you can find a very good girl who likes to do very bad things. The type of girl who always follows directions, so when you tell her to get down on her knees in front of you, she’s down before she can even give it a second thought. The type of girl that you only have to teach once, before she’s swallowing you whole with her eyes screwed shut and spit dripping down her chin.

 

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

My mother recently got married to a very handsome, very wealthy man. Ever since he joined our house, I have taken pride in being The Good Stepdaughter. Every chance I can get to be closer to him, and learn more about him, I jump on. Hopefully all of these steps I am taking will make it so I can jump on him. I’ve even started taking on chores I normally wouldn’t, all so I can get a chance to catch him in a private moment.

This wish was granted to me just this morning, dear diary, and it happened just being The Good Stepdaughter I am. I heard my new daddy start the shower, and I knew no one else was home, so I ran to my bedroom to put on a tight shirt and short-shorts, perfect for cleaning bathrooms without looking terribly suspicious. Quickly gathering the cleaning supplies I needed, I went to the bathroom located in the master bedroom. My heart was pounding in my chest as I got closer. I couldn’t believe I was about to go through with this. 

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deep throat blow job

(844-332-2639) ext 398

 

You used to slip me melatonins at night just to get me to go to bed. Then you realized just how heavy I slept after you gave me one or two before bed time. You could do anything you want to me, and I won’t even notice. Now there’s a much naughtier reason Daddy wants me to sleep all night.

You tested the waters sliding your cock against my lips. The drool dripped down on your cock in just the right way. And my lips were parted just enough to kiss your cock while you stroked it up and down between them. Then you went further by squeezing my cheeks to open my mouth, and then putting the tip in my sleeping mouth while you stroked. Just deep enough to feel my moist tongue and my lips rubbing against that mushroom head. And when that didn’t wake me up, you started gently fucking my throat. 

 

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Daddy’s Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Anyone who claims they don’t love their daddy’s dick is a total liar. I’m a full-fledged daddy’s girl, and I have been for as long as I can remember. He loves it when I get really dirty with him because I always make sure I please him before myself.

My daddy’s dick is the first one I ever had and the one I still crave the most. We have a lot of hot daddies here at Tomsin too. Especially dominant ones, which are my favourite. I feel so loved with them because when I take care of their cocks, they take care of me in return. They even give me hot toys and make sure that I always have the best time with them, as long as I stay in line. I always do because I love being a good girl.
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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

There’s something special about a connection that feels warm, personal, and just a little bit thrilling. I love those moments where conversation flows easily, where laughter and flirting blend together until it feels like we’ve known each other much longer than we actually have in reality.

I’ve always had a naturally affectionate side for people. I enjoy listening, teasing gently, and making someone feel comfortable enough to relax and be themselves around me. The girlfriend-style connection is my favorite kind of energy—soft conversation, playful smiles, and the feeling that we’re sharing a moment that belongs just to us. Continue reading “Sweet Control: When Care Meets Command” →