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Daddys Home
Daddys Home. I hear the car door shut, the waiting is over. Daddys home, heart pounding, feeling so hungry, lips are licked in anticipation of feeding. Minds eye full of the first dew drop of pre cum to be licked and tasted. The door handle turns, no more waiting. Against the wall, pressed. Hands unlocked from luggage lugs, enjoyment of the return evident. Impatient hands, hardness and taste of Cock missed. Belt, buckle, zipper, fumbled, forced open to expose, greet, reunite. Babyslut has missed her DaddyCock, his tongue, his touch, his taste, his cum. He has been away so long, balls heavy, cock hard. He is home, to his little hot girl, who will desire to be feed, hot eager tongue, eyes upturned to meet, silently demanding that her face be fucked a little bit deeper. Conversation forgotten, civil greeting gone, a primal reunion, Daddy is back the waiting done. The denial of self to play while Daddy away repaid, his babyslut may be a dirty girl who teases the boys, yet her deep hunger and innocent shine in her eyes tells him she has been good.
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Pity that I have no Daddy and what I write is what I wish to do.
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