Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
After a long week, my body and mind were over-tired, and even hours after bedtime, I still couldn’t fall asleep. I thought maybe watching some tv would help me zone out, but as I turned the corner into the living room, someone else was already there. Daddy was sitting on the couch in just his boxers, legs sprawled out and reclined back. He must have seen me out of the corner of his eye because he looked over, lifted his arm over the back of the couch, and asked what I was doing.
“I can’t sleep.” My shoulder shrugged. I walked over and sat down on the cushion next to him. His hand curled around the back of my neck, and he pulled me toward him. My head laid on his lap, and he started running his fingers through my hair.
Daddy Made Me
It felt so lovely. He scratched at my scalp and dragged the length of my hair down my back. I didn’t mean it sexually or anything, but I accidentally moaned because it felt so good. Then, about the third time I groaned, Daddy’s cock twitched in his boxers right in front of my face. I think he felt me tense because he said, “shh, shh.”
He continued to play with my hair, but his other hand fumbled into his boxers and pulled out his cock. I was shocked by how big and hard it was. I tried to sit up, thinking this was a bad idea, but Daddy held me in place, still shushing me. Finally, he tilted his cock until the smooth head bumped my lips. “Open, Krysta.” I was nervous he’d be mad, so I did.
I opened my mouth because Daddy made me do it. He slid his cock into my mouth and pushed my head back and forth on it while his hips humped up to get his cock deeper inside my throat. I was choking a little, but he kept going until he exploded into my mouth. Then, not knowing what else to do, I swallowed his warm creaminess and listened to him sigh in relief. “You should get back to bed now, Krysta.” He patted my ass, and I scooted off the couch and ran back upstairs to my bed.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410