Daddy phone sex is all about making you feel good

Daddy phone sexDaddy phone sex is all about making you feel good! I brought my middle grandbabies out to get haircuts and frozen yogurts. So today and we met a man who was very talkative. When we are out and about in the normal world, I don’t particularly dress my slutkins too sexy. I find that most of the daddy perverts like my girls and their cute little shorts and tankies! And my boys and tight jeans and t-shirts. But no one who likes this kind of thing can deny how sexy my little sluts are.

Oh How this stranger slid right up and used his apple pay to buy our treats. He is a good looking man too. The kindest eyes and a tall built God of a Bod! My babes and We are talking about how I make the money to bring them out for treats. I was going on in whispers just loud enough he could hear about the latest caller who wanted to have me bring my babes to a brothel and sell them.

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He approached me with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hey, sexy lady, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation about your lovely grandchildren and their daddy perverts,” he said, chuckling softly.  This old whore tried to smile politely, but my mind was racing with thoughts of what he might be suggesting. “It makes me think of a fantasy I’ve had for some time now… one that involves a young girl her brother, and an older man who’s eager to show her just how much he wants to fuck them.”

I knew I had to test the waters, and with a mischievous grin, I asked if he had ever considered indulging in the pleasures of a women who shares her brats with men. “Ageplay girls bring home the bacon.” I assured him their would be a price on my babes!I could tell he was impressed by my sluts and I knew I had to play my cards right to reel him in. “P-daddy fun with a Mistress P-mommy is all about making you feel good,” I whispered, leaning in closer to him. “And I can promise you that your fantasies will come true. “He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine. “What would it take for me to experience this fantasy?” I winked at him, a devilish grin gracing my lips. “For starters, I’ll need your credit card,” I purred. We have shopping to do and to get a Motel room, wink, wink!

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