Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
When I arrived home from my spring formal, the house was loud. Male voices boomed with laughter, and a haze filled the foyer as if they were smoking in the living room. I peered my head around the door jamb and called softly, “Daddy?” He and six of his friends were sitting around the living room with drinks and cigars in hand. I waved my hand in front of my face to clear the smoke and asked, “Where’s Mommy?”
“Come in, baby.” Daddy beamed and patted his thigh. “Come sit down, Krysta. I want to show you off to my friends.” I walked through them, feeling all of their gaze travel over my big tits and my short dress as I took a seat on Daddy’s lap. “Isn’t she the perfect little Jackoff model?” My body went ramrod stiff as they all laughed.
Daddy’s Little Jackoff Model
I could tell they’d guzzled well over the limits as they sat together like this. Knowing it would end badly, I tried to say good night and slip off Daddy’s lap, but he held me under my ribs and hissed in my ear. “Show they those big teen tits, baby.” He’d never talked to me like that, making me scared and nervous.
“no, Daddy. Stop.” I tried to shove off his lap but his giant hand ripped my pretty formal dress and my tits spilled free. His friends took out their phones and started snapping pictures.
“Pose for the camera, little Jackoff model,” Daddy growled. His hands now lifting my dress to show them my panties. My face was red with humiliation, but Daddy just used his legs to spread mine open and pulled my panties to the side. “Be sure to get her best angles, boys!” He cheered with them as they all began to pull out their cock. “Don’t worry,” He slurred into my ear. “We just want to look at you.”
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410