Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Daddy and I were supposed to go somewhere for his work today. It was super duper, really important, but I didn’t want to go. I was getting anxious and nervous about all the people I wouldn’t know and whether Daddy would be too busy talking to them to remember to watch me. Instead of getting dressed like I was supposed to, I lay on the bed, on my tummy in just a little G-string, kickin’ my legs as I scrolled my phone.
Daddy came into the room dressed in a sexy suit and tie. I did my best to pretend I didn’t know he was looking at me. “Why aren’t you dressed?” His voice was annoyed, and I shrugged. “Krysta, if you make us late, I’ll punish you.” I shrugged again and watched from the corner of my eye as Daddy moved to the end of the bed and snatched my ankles. One in each of his big hands, and he hauled me back until my pussy plowed into his crotch. “Being bratty today, are we baby girl?”
