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I can feel my Daddy’s presence in the room before I can even see him. The heat coming off of him while my back is turned against him, makes me weak in the knees. I can feel our special bond creeping up my thigh. His big green gift slides up my legs and slaps on the counter in all of its beautiful green glory. While my other gift fits perfectly against me for a little fun before we hit the town.
Seeing Daddy’s fat wallet drain throughout the night as I am wined and dined sends me into a fury hotter than fire. My green furry rips through me when the fresh scent of Daddy’s money finds its way to my nose. The fluttering of bills, while he counts to settle our bill, sends my little toes gripping up his pants and finding his perfect cock. Thanking him for taking care of his precious sugar baby.
I love it when there are lightning storms. So much fun stuff to do in the storm. Perfect time to get close cuddle and of course face fucked. While watching movies of course or making my own. When I hear that thunder crack in the sky and the lightning flash with each moment getting closer I rush inside. Once I am inside I grab all my flashlights, candles and blankets. As soon as I grabbed all the flash lights and candles bang a loud cracking sound and then complete darkness. Looks like the storm shut all my electricity off again. Then, a soft light glows from the candles I just lit even better to set the mood.
This post is for the Coach. Just because your the teacher or leader of how to play the game does not mean you get to play with the referee. We don’t play we judge and are here to call out your bad moves. So let me coach you on a few things. I learned to stay on the side lines of the game because I’m not a player I don’t need to play to win. Players have to put in practice and practice to test their skills against others and hope that they are better.
Hello there, do you keep finding yourself in between a rock and a hard place? Well if you do this post is for you. Don’t let the stress of being stuck there take over. I mean either way it is a hard place no? So come here and get in between these nice soft legs and into this soaking wet pussy, it’s been waiting for you. Now doesn’t that seem way better. I know it does, so I guess a response from you is not needed.
Normally when people mention looking glass they are talking about about one’s own self reflection. When I talk about the looking glass I am talking about my reflection from mirrors. Sometimes even windows and doors, anything that shows my reflection. I often find myself looking through the glass just to check my self out. The way I look at it is you can stare so I can too. And hey I do not blame you, like look at how good look. I can’t even stop looking at my sexy body.