I have always been a cold-blooded girl. I don't think I have love in my heart, not even desire.
Until one day, but something happened inside of me. I saw two lovers before my eyes. He was ordering her, and she was calling out to his daddy so lewdly, and responding to him so passionately, as if she enjoyed this invisible "father-daughter" relationship very much.
Something deep in my heart awakened, and the satanic lust broke through the ignorance like a virgin and spread to my whole body. From then on, I realized that I needed a dad to water me on me and stir me up.
"Thank you, Dad," I said, and I didn't even know why I called him Dad! I'm not a whore and he's not my boyfriend. It's so embarrassing. But I want to say more and more.
I hung up the phone immediately. He called me back. I hesitated and replied.
"Yes, sir." I calmed down before saying the word Dad again.
He blurted out, "Can you call me one more time, Dad?"
"Hmm." I snorted in confusion.
"Call me daddy—I want to be your daddy," he said sharply, but not directing. But suddenly my heart was beating in my chest. I felt a sudden wetness in my panties. Damn, this has never happened to me.
I didn't answer, I was silent - this time he ordered me: "Take off your clothes and touch yourself for Daddy now, baby girl."
This is a passionate story about sm, cosplay, and year-end love. I wish you a pleasant reading experience.