Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A car door shuts somewhere outside. My ears perk up and my head tilts to the side as I listen, “Daddy?” I hop off the couch, skipping down the hall to kneel in the foyer. My head is still turned toward the front door to listen carefully for his heavy footsteps coming up the walkway. An uncontrollable wiggle takes over my rear as I hear the key get pushed into the lock. The tiny clicks of it turning in place make me bounce in place and then the door opens and I squeal!
“Who’s Daddy’s good girl?” He asks chuckling at my giddy expression and how I’m squirming to stay in place on my knees, naked before him with only my thick leather collar around my neck.