Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Daddy POV

Sometimes I’ll make a baby gurl do a little pussy training before I fuck her for the first time. This isn’t just to be nice, it’s to make her an active participant. I wanna see what she’ll do when she has to lift her legs, spread her cheeks, and press a big silicone cock inch by inch through her tight cunt. Nobody’s there to force it in, but with the amount of pictures I’ve got of her, she knows she had no choice but to go through with it. 

Her only choice is how much time she spends agonizing over it. How long she spends with the dildo pressed up against her lubed up entrance, or with just the tip poking its way inside. Regardless, she’s eventually going to wind up with that flared base rubbing against her taint and nine inches lodged up her stretched out twat. Daddy loves her all stretched out so he can rut to his hearts desire. Give her pussygasm after pussygasm after pussygasm.


It's just the way this Daddy likes it. And if I happen to be in the room as she's pegging herself even better for me as I can see first hand how she craves to take big dick. Some girls are better than others, that I can attest to. But this lil bitch is beyond talented and knows she's meant to take any dick offered her and has. A lot of the time not even knowing the tops name. Because for her it doesn't matter what his name is. All she cares about is getting that load bred into her. She thrives best as a cum dump and I oblige her as MY girl. 


Of course all of my friends who are Daddies have fucked and bred her too. Some of them multiple times. It what good Daddies do--- share their girls. And especially when they are girls.... for girls fuck differently than just plain ole bottoms who don't embrace the ideas of "girl-hood". For girls like mine know its one cock plus one pussy equals happiness. She's the typ who needs something in her a lot of time. Again I oblige her demanding pussy training, plugging and pegging fun with her lil princess friends who put on lesbian shows for Daddy and his friends.

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