Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Daddy calls me his “Messy Baby girl.” It’s not because I always spill my food on my giant tits (I do, but that’s not why). It’s not because I leave my bedroom in a disaster zone (I do, but that’s not why.) He calls me his messy baby because every time he checks inside my panties, they are SOAKED!
I can’t help that I’m always thinking about sex. I even try not to sometimes, but then I think about how sad I would be if my pussy wasn’t always tingly.
Messy Baby Girl
Today, Daddy said I had to be a good girl. I couldn’t be thinking about sucking his dick or taking it up my ass all day long. I needed to focus on and accomplish the tasks he’d given me. The list of tasks was boring AF, but I knew he’d put me in time out if I didn’t try.
My first task of the day was laundry. I gathered up all the clothes from my bedroom floor and dumped them in the washer. Then I stripped naked cus the clothes I was wearing needed to be washed too! The sound of the washer rumbling and jumbling around gave me an idea. I turned on the empty dryer and climbed up on top. Oh, it was so warm and shakey.
I slipped my fingers into my vibrating pussy and thought just one little orgasm wouldn’t hurt! Then I could focus! Daddy just happened to be walking by the laundry room and caught me being a bad girl. He shook his head and grumbled, “Messy, baby girl.”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410