Money 4 Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Who knew that asking Daddy for money would be so taxing on the soul? My friends invite me out to the mall and dinner, so I just want a lil cash. What a crime, I know. But when I asked Daddy for a crisp Benjamin, he wanted to argue with me. Something about how he gave me money last week, but of course I had asked for it because I needed it to buy new shoes so I don’t think that should even count. And then he went on and on about how I never ever do all my chores I am assigned.

Asking for money was gonna be harder than I thought.

Of course I offered to like, do the dishes or whatever for the money. I’m not stupid, that would make him happy. But Daddy seemed to have been in a bad mood that day, he said dishes wouldn’t be enough! Going on and on about how it is my responsibility. A real stick up his ass. Made me think on the spot, which I never have to do. What a chore in itself. My hands slowly reached down to his zipper, toying with it before sliding down to my knees.

If anyone has a big cock, it’s for sure Daddy. My mouth was struggling to wrap around it but I made sure to do my best, making sure to gag on it since like every guy loves that. Slobbering all over it and dancing my tongue over the tip. I wasn’t even done when he slid his hand down with cash balled up in it. Obviously it was hard to smirk while his meat was in my mouth, but I tried my best! My plan had payed off!