By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
His voice has always grounded me. It’s deep and like gravel. It smooths over my nerves when I’m anxious and makes me feel at home. With everyone staying home, I’ve missed Daddy’s voice almost more than his touch. I dialed him up today and laid on my bed as the phone rang and rang.
Finally, he answered. “Hello?” I didn’t speak. I was in a trance already. My eyes closed and my fingers dipped into my panties. “Krysta?”
In Love With His Voice
My little body shivered as I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy. Desperate to reach orgasm before Daddy knew what I was doing. He called my name again, waiting for me to answer but I was already breathless.
“Keep talking, Daddy.” I managed to coo. He chuckled, catching on to what I was doing.
“Are you touching that little pussy of yours, baby girl?” He asked and the tone of his question had my body on edge. “I don’t recall granting permission for such an act. Hmm, you wouldn’t be disobeying me, would you?” A heavy moan slipped out and soon I was gushing cum all over my bedsheets as he spoke to me from far away. “You better not have just fucking cum!” Oh, how I love his voice.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410