Daddy Aesthetic Romane & Geschichten

My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to clit. "Call me Big Daddy. Let me hear how bad you need this," he demanded, teeth on my neck, sucking until there was a mark on my neck. "Oh, fuck daddy, big daddy! Yes! Deeper!" Voice echoed off tiles on the wall, drowned by the shower. He released my wrists, his hand sliding between us; fingers found the clit, rubbing rough circles. "Cum for me. Cum for Daddy! Cum for Daddy." Tension brimmed as he pounded me harder; I bucked wild, chasing an orgasm. "I'm close! Don't stop! Ahh daddy!"

I fail to understand how my eyes have bounced from word to word describing vividly a domineering hunk of a man devouring a woman's wet sex and servicing her femininity with a masterful tongue- and still my mind is not distracted from replaying that diabolical smirk that had dressed my father's sinfully handsome face upon realising that I was gazing at his crotch. Sinfully handsome. I know what you must be thinking, but I cannot deny the truth or pretend he is undeserving of such an elevated description. Acknowledging the Devil's undeniable good looks should not propose any harm or be suggestive of anything beyond the borders of platonic admiration from a person with an aesthetic eye. It's q

I didn’t know if I was smiling or not , I could only imagine , the pain was second to none but it was one of the best that I had ever had in a while and I loved it so much to just dump it . ****** By the time I came out , Ava was standing outside beside my car . Not just was she standing right there , my uncle was standing close to her . He had a suit on , I had never seen him in a suit , I must admit that he looks Gou’s in it . The black suit perfectly fitted his skin colour which was matched with his well styled hair . The most attractive thing about it , was the way one of his hair fell down making him looking more attractive , the inner shots wasn’t button up and I could see his cheetahs

I had lost my senses and could not comprehend anything apart from the pleasure. "Aaargh! You are so sweet, so tight." Daddy pulled out of me as I was still cumming and gushing my squirt out all over the bed. Under my dim and hazy gaze, I could see daddy jerk himself off once and twice and then he came all over my stomach, showering me with his cum. Nothing felt better. I had finally been fucked by daddy and although I had thought that one taste of daddy might satisfy me enough to let go of him, I realized right now that was a lie.

I slowly remove his fingers from my mouth with a pop sound and his gaze darkens even more!. "You know you are playing with fire Sarah?" And i swallow and try to keep my knees from trembling upon hearing his words. "What....what if I like to....play with fire, Daddy?" I mumble shyly and he lets out a shaky breath. He slowly pulls me into his chest with his big strong muscular arms. His scent drives me crazy and my head starts to spin. "Daddy huh......You sure like to play with fire kitten....because once that fire starts you can't stop it....it will consume you!!" He whispers in my ear while slightly licking my earlobe making me moan softly and he chuckles.

"I get it, daddy, I'm yours! Yours to use, yours to fuck however you want." Vincent stared at her for a beat, amusement flickering in his eyes before it twisted into a dark chuckle, low and dangerous. "So fucking cock-hungry, aren't you, kitten? Careful what you wish for, I'll ruin you and leave you breathless, dripping and still craving more of daddy's load." "I don't mind," she panted, her tongue darting out to lick her lips again. "Ruin me, daddy. I want it all."

“Ummm… Ahhh….” "See what your beauty has done to me." He muttered, looking at her with an intense gaze while rubbing his dick against her buttocks. "Ahhh…. Da…. Daddy…. Ummm…." She moaned loudly. He was trying very hard to control the hungry beast inside him, which was ready to pounce on the delicious meal any time once again.

The air seemed to shift, thickening with dominance that wrapped around my chest and made it hard to breathe. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and still gorgeous. His dark hair was neatly slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His jaw looked like it was carved from stone, and his mesmerizing green eyes landed on us, cold and assessing, and that was enough to make my entire body shiver. He wore a black shirt that hugged every line of his muscles, veins protruding from his forearms as he folded them across his chest, looking every bit the untouchable Alpha he was.

I screamed, my back arching off the bed. The stretch was brutal, intense, almost painful, but so fucking perfect. He was so thick, so deep, filling me completely in one stroke. “Shit… you’re so fucking tight,” Daddy groaned, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. Then he started moving — hard, deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak. “Has my son ever fucked you like this?” he growled, pounding into me faster. “Has James ever stretched this pussy the way Daddy is stretching it right now?”

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping