Daddy wants your olive-skinned apple bottom over his lap and I could go for it weeks ago, so to say I’m anxious would be an understatement of the century.
Your soft, easily-bruised skin is just so beautiful to touch, just the thought has me grabbing myself on the outside of these jeans, thickening up at the idea of seeing my handprints all over you.
Hearing your “ooh” followed up by “okay, again” just made this dick you have come to adore punch into my pants a little more.
Does me talking about that cock you love get you all tingly, little one?
I’m sorry. I’ll stop.
Sometimes it’s difficult though because just the idea of you makes me pull out my semi-hard, beautifully-toned circumcised cock and put my hand around the base and just slowly stroke it, thinking of your delicate little body and the marks I’d like to leave you, almost as if it were a stamp of me.
I think I might do it right now. Should I? Just pull it out and pretend you are bent over the bed adjacent me, looking backward at my dick as your pussy just gets soaked with each swat on your ass, aching to reach over and grab at it and beg Daddy to just shove it in you, hitting you deeply and beating your ass as I fuck you nice and hard.
Oh, God. At first, when I started writing this I was kind of teasing, but now my cock really is hard, imagining you like before, enjoying each hurt as it asked for by you yet feeling the sting that comes with each swat.
Oh, Kitten soon is not soon enough. I need your pussy. I need your mouth. I need your ass. I need your red cheeks.
And I need them now.
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