Daddy phone sex, oh how it makes me wet? Why is it that daddy’s girls always think about their daddy’s every time they have sex? For me, it’s because my daddy taught me how to be the best lover possible. He was a lover in every sense of the word. Had women anytime he wanted but who he really wanted was his foreign little daughter, broken English and all. He showed me what a man should really be like. Big cock, overpowering of your little helpless body but also sensual and sweet.
Nothing use to excite me more than when daddy showed up at my bedroom door in his whitie tighties. I could see the outline of his cock whether it was hard or soft. Although a few minutes (or seconds most of the time) after sitting on my pink flowered bedspread, there was not question if he was hard or if he was soft. I remember the excitement I felt as he put my small little hand on that big cock for the first time. Outside his underwear I could feel the strength of that thing and I sat there with my eyes big wanting to learn everything I could from my daddy.
The way my daddy’s fingers carressed my bald pussy lips. I would fall asleep many nights with him watching TV in my room and his hands separating my lips and caressing me inside and out. He had this gentle touch about him. I loved it. While he was very gentle, when that cock got hard, he was anything but. The minute he got hard, he became a big strong man in power and out for what he wanted. What do you think he wanted? I’ll save that blog for the next time because I don’t want to give away my daddy’s secrets that fast.
Of course you can always call me and find out more.
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