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Most girls say that it wasn’t their choice. But I have a very different story. It was me who snuck into his room. Late at night while everyone else was sleeping.I wanted to be daddy’s barely legal honey pot. As a matter of fact I had a crush on daddy for as long as I can remember. It started while I was still a kid. I couldn’t explain the tingling feeling between my thighs whenever I would see him.
It’s true I think back on it all the time. How daddy would always get a boner whenever I climbed into his lap. I loved to sit right on top of it and wiggle around.In the early days he would always try to stop me from moving so much. But in the end I would always get my way. He would just sit there and try to pretend that he wasn’t turned on.But I would notice his heart racing.And the change in his breathing. Continue reading “Daddy’s Barely Legal Honey Pot”