Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Today I, The Daddy’s Girl who’s always been a bit too bold for her own good, found myself in a situation that’s anything but innocent. You could say this was the inception of my Loss of Innocence. It happened when you, a sexy daddy-type, who’s been eyeing me from across the room at all of our recent family gatherings, walking towards me to finally make your move. I can see the smirk on your face, and the lust in your eyes, and I can feel you mentally undressing me as you approach. And let me tell you, I’m not complaining.

I can feel your hard cock pressing through the fabric of your slacks as you hug me tight, my perky tits pressed against you, while we both try to pretend you didn’t just enjoy a handful of my tight ass. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Danika?” your voice a low rumble in my ear that instantly soaks my panties. I bite my lip, looking up at you through my lashes. “I’ve been trying to be good.” But we both know that’s a lie. I’ve been anything but good. I’ve been thinking about fucking you for far, far too long. Continue reading “Loss of Innocence”

Mutual Masturbation

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Funny enough, almost none of my calls are based around mutual masturbation. Ninety percent of the time, I’m diapering a good boy or sissy-fying a good girl, but yesterday, a man called and he asked me to touch myself.

He had me describe my body and to touch those parts of me as I told him about them. My fingers were soft against my skin, hesitant and delicate as I whispered through the phone. It felt like the end of a first date, where you finally get to strip each other and explore every curve of the other person. I was giddy and nervous, but when I heard how his body was reacting to the images my voice planted in his mind, I grew wetter and wetter.

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Magnetic Connection

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Our eyes met, and I looked away again. I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder as if his gaze were magnetic, constantly pulling at me from across the crowded space. “Girl, he literally can’t take his eyes off you.” Sasha squealed, and I rolled my eyes, taking another hearty sip of the fruity cocktail, stirring the muddled berries at the bottom with my straw.

“Stop, he’s probably just watching the game,” I said, pointing to the TV in front of me. And it just looks like he’s watching me.”

“No!” all three of my girlfriends retorted simultaneously. “He’s definitely looking at you.” Carol swallowed tightly and looked down at the tabletop. “He’s coming this way!”

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