Daddy Dearest Fnf Romane & Geschichten

a soft moan left my lips. "Hmm, you are taking this so well" Daddy groaned as I moaned softly, starting to really enjoy the way it felt inside of me. I couldn't believe the things I was doing. The things I had fantasised about and the ones I had never been wild enough to dare to fantasise about but all of it now, he was doing it to me. "Daddy, it feels really good. Fuck" "I know, Cupcake" his words came from deep inside of me.

Good morning, little one. Come downstairs when you are ready. Wear whatever makes you feel cute. We will make breakfast together. —Daddy Cole, Daddy Grant, Daddy Marcus She read it three times, cheeks heating. Daddy Cole — playful, charming, the one who smiled easiest. Daddy Grant — quiet, gruff, but with kind eyes that lingered. Daddy Marcus — serious, protective, the one whose rare smiles felt like treasures. She showered in the attached bathroom—stocked with strawberry shampoo, vanilla body wash, even a rubber duck on the tub edge.

"That's it, baby. Open up for him. Let Daddy fill you." I pushed forward slowly. Nina's mouth opened wide as her pussy lips parted, accepting me. A long, loud moan escapes her immediately. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh... Daddy! Oh God, Daddy... oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

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.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

She was going to fucking cum. The realization came to her like shame, completely breaking the last of her sanity. Her pussy was curled firmly around Ryker's meat, aching for the full length. Her lips parted, and her broken sob came out openly. “Oh daddies! I am your slut and I… I don't fucking care...” she sobbed openly, completely abandoning her dignity under their heavy gazes. “I’m your slut... I’m Daddy's slut! Please, Ryker, just bury it in! Fuck me all the way! Damian, please... fuck me too… please…” She groaned, looking at all three brothers, pleading with her mouth, breasts, eyes, and pussy.

Her inner walls clenched around his invading fingers, desperate to draw him deeper, to keep him there, to wring every last drop of pleasure from this moment. "Do you understand?" He asked again in his commanding tone, curling his fingers inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that made her see stars. "Ye.. Yess… Daddy!" Anny couldn't help moaning. The word was an offering and a surrender, a recognition of exactly who held the power here. It felt right on her tongue, forbidden and thrilling. "So obedient, babygirl!" Adriano patted her cheeks with his free hand, a gesture that should have been condescending but somehow felt like the highest praise. She found herself leaning into the touc

I whispered desperately under my breath. He leaned close, pretending to adjust my scarf, and whispered, “Hold it. Be a good toy for me.” I barely managed to obey. The orgasm faded at the last second, leaving me panting and desperate. By dessert, I was a complete mess — desperate, dripping, and struggling to keep my breathing normal. When the dinner finally ended and we were back in the car, Daddy turned both toys to their highest settings. “Come for me now, babygirl,” he ordered. “Let it all out.”

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.