Daddy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Tang weiwei, google his name, enlarged his photo, and showed it to the little boy. Against a dark backdrop, an indolent figure, reclined on an armchair. The man in the photo looked to be his prime. He had a sophisticated mien and possessed a flawless disposition and outstanding looks with a hint of devilish charm. His jet-black eyes stared into the lens, glinting with intelligence and shrewdness, looking bold and resolute. With eyes wide open, the little boy, thought himself. This..... Isn't this what he thought his daddy would look like?

His eyes caught one and he asked, “How about we play, ‘just dance’ together” Curtis looked at him with wide eyes. Uncle Adam never liked that game and said it was because he didn’t know how to dance and meeting his daddy for the first time, he didn’t look like a man who could dance either so the suggestion amazed the little boy and he asked, “Daddy, can you dance?” “Yeah, Daddy can dance very well,” Cooper was quick to respond since he danced with his father a lot during birthdays and even with kid games such as these.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

She didn't know that daddy had removed everything that she could use to cover herself up with. She exited the bathroom, still slightly moist and with her nipples hard from the cool shower. Daddy took her in his arms and kissed her. "You're so beautiful, Dani. You should never have to wear clothes to hide your sexy body." He turned her around in his arms so that he was rubbing his crotch against her ass and cupping her luscious tits. They were heavenly c-cups now, he hoped that he'd manage to get them to at least d-cups, or maybe even dd soon, without the need for surgery. He hated plastic tits. There was a knock on the door and Danielle moved to hide herself, but daddy kept her in place, cup

I called out but he shot me a stern look. “Patience, slut. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good tonight.” He informed me as he smoothly shrugged out of his shirt, revealing a chest so muscular, it had my pussy clenching while my mouth water with the urge to lick up all those delicious looking muscles. “Okay, daddy.” I breathed out. There was just something about calling him daddy and it wasn’t just the words, it was the fact that he was clearly more experienced and knew all that he was doing. It made my head spin and fill up with heat.

He made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. “Progress?” Daddy asked as I settled into the back seat of his car and his driver shut the door securely behind me. My father was a pudgy man with brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone said I looked like my mother, which seemed to annoy him more then my presence did. He was always dressed impeccably as he was now in a black suit and handmade shoes.

Finally, he pressed his lips together and softly uttered, "Daddy." The utterance of "Daddy" brought a glimmer of satisfaction to Ken Yimo's eyes. He reached out to stroke Neil's head, his smile resembling that of a doting father. However, I perceived a subtle danger in this seemingly innocent gesture—what I saw was not purely paternal love, but rather a sense of possession that came after a predatory conquest.

she moaned softly. I parted her thighs open and my eyes was fixed on her pussy. It was so beautiful, still stained with crimson. Every flaps and folds were an art that leaves me amused. The Goddess definitely created Zevara differently. She's too beautiful. Too pure. Too seductive. I parted her lips open and scratched it with my nails. “Daddy,” she cried softly, shifting her body slightly. Fuck… Daddy. That word does something unexplainable to me. It makes my chest rumble. It made my cock twitched.