Hello, death of what’s real. Hello, the end of authenticity. Why is it everything you say seems like a performance? I ask seriously and without malice. Who are you performing for? Is it me? Do […]
Tag: daddy/daughter
ride daddy’s face
I love feeling your thick thighs rub against my ears and your soft naked ass sitting on my chest. I love looking up at you from my back, past your soft hair, over your stomach, […]
All-Weather Daddy
Do you think I don’t know? I knew before I entered the room. I knew before I saw your sunken head. I knew before I heard your voice. I knew before I came home. I […]
The Cerebral Sir 