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.