Daddy’s Slut

I stroke her hair while she cries and say, “Okay, little girl. That’s it. We’re all done now.”

She immediately gets up and puts her arms around me. She straddles me, and I hold her as she weeps on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Daddy!” she says.

“Little girl,” I say, “the spanking took care of all that. It’s a fresh clean slate now.”

She pulls back and stares at me wide-eyed. “Really?”

I smile and nod.

She smiles back, and it almost feels like this is the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen on her face, a smile free of worry or falsehood. “Daddy!” she shouts ash she giggles. It doesn’t take long at all before her mouth is on mine. It takes very little time after that for my clothes to start coming off.

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Tamara:::

The feel of his hands moving over me is simply astounding, and I find myself moaning very loudly as I moan almost desperately, trying somehow to make my voice and my neediness to drive me over the edge One of Daddy’s hands holds my wrists together over my head, pressed against t