Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Early Sunday morning, Daddy was lounging on the couch in just his boxers, watching ESPN with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked exhausted and worn out after a weekend of fixing stuff around the house. I pranced into the room wearing just my panties and a tank top, stopping just before him with my hands on my hips. “Stallion ride!” I beamed.
“Kaykay, it’s too early, baby. Daddy doesn’t want to play.” He wouldn’t even look at me, just stared at the screen. I huffed, super annoyed, I wanted him on his hands and knees while I climbed on his back and pretended I was a Princess taming my wild steed. I stomped my foot and puffed out my lower lip in a pout.
Stallion Rides
His right eyebrow perked up the way it does when he’s annoyed with me. He really doesn’t like it when I pout, much less when I throw a tantrum. “I. Want. A. Stallion. Ride!” I spoke each word firmly, and he sipped his coffee.
“I said no.” His tone was low and clear, as if he wasn’t going to give in. I slapped my thigh and jumped up on the couch. If he wouldn’t get on his knees to be my trusty steed, I’d find another way.
Before he could stop me, I straddled his lap with my back facing his front. My thighs clutched his outer knees, and my hands gripped his knees in case he tried to buck me off. I wasn’t having that! I started to bounce and yelled, “Yeehaw!” My juicy little panty-covered booty bounced up and down on his lap.
Ride it like old times!
“Stop. Stop.” He huffed. I felt something in my saddle start to poke me, but I only bounced harder. “Kaykay, you’re too big for Stallion rides now!” He gritted the words through his teeth, and I felt his hand grip my hip. “Baby, please stop.” I looked over my shoulder; there was a pained expression on his face, but the stallion under me rocked his hips against my bouncing. I started to feel a wet spot on Daddy’s boxers as I rode harder and harder. “Kayla, you have to stop!” His words didn’t match how his hand pulled my hip into my saddle. Then, he groaned out and started to twitch under me. His boxers made my panties wet, and I stopped moving.
“Utoh. Daddy had an accident.” I smirked and slipped off his lap to go finish playing in my room.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357