Your warm soft skin untouched, waiting, yearning.
For the lick of leather, for honeybee kisses, and honeybee stings.
Your lips that kiss, hungry, salivating.
For treats that stretch, for filling meals, and satisfying springs.
Your breath unsteady.
Your heartbeat fast.
Your eyes drinking deep.
“Daddy’s home, kitten. And yes, we can play.”
😍📖
She could feel his firm hands slowly glide up her thighs. Deliberate. Inspecting.
“Finally.” she thought, as they arrived at the supple cheeks of her ass, exposed under her skirt. Tension left her in a long exhale, as excitement took its place. Her Daddy’s warm hands were roughly massaging her ass, and she was helpless to stop him.
As the tall, suited man kneaded her smooth flesh, a warmth seeped into her, slowly spreading through her now sensitive cheeks, creeping between her trembling thighs, and growing hot in her lower abdomen. Her lips, barely covered by a soft thong were puffy and slick. Aching for attention.
And perhaps worst of all, she began to feel a yearning, deep inside.
An itch she couldn’t scratch.
😍🤤
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Korrupted Innocence 