Craving daddy (a confession)

[hi****]

Home alone. He’s busy, but I’m feral with need only he can satisfy. I crave his touch like I need air to survive when I get like this. I run my hands up and down my body with my eyes closed pretending they are his.

My pussy dripping with the light drag of my finger tips as they run over my breasts. I gasp and text him a photo of my tits nipples hard. After a few back and forth I decide to try something. I call him daddy. Mostly to see how he responds. I didn’t expect how I responded.

I was soaked the second I hit send. Then he called himself daddy. I knew I couldn’t go back. I need him to ruin me. Make me horse from moaning his name and give me a soreness between my legs that I would remember for weeks. What was supposed to be a joke has now turned into a if I don’t see you this week it will be the end of me.

So many flirty sexy texts back and forth. I was so wet it had gone though my panties to my yoga pants. I had to get my wand and riding pillow. I needed release now. I pull up a photo of just his cock and thought of all the sex daddy and i had.

His hands how they gripped my hips before he came when he fucked me from behind. How he slapped my breasts and pinched my nipples as I road him making me cum hard on his cock shaking every time. How hard and hot he feels inside of me right before I cum from how tight my pussy is around him. Him making me beg to cum when I’ve been fucked into his mindless whore just living to be fucked and filled by him. Struggling to find the words but always just only able to say please.

His kisses that always felt like home and how much I loved kissing him. The way his cock tasted in my mouth before and after I had cum on it. The taste of us. How the tears prick at my eyes when he fucks my face. How I gag on his cock when he fucks it to fast.

I’m so close I think as I grind my hips on to the vibrating wand that is on my clit. My bed is squeaking some from me riding so hard and desperate. Grabbing at my tits as the orgasm starts to build. Saying daddy make me cum please over and over again.

The memory of our time together washing over me as if it was happening right then. The war in my head of this shouldn’t be hot as fuck and just enjoy it. The power I gave away and the care it was met with was beyond sexy.

I was sent over the edge from the memory. I came so hard I stopped moving shaking as my clit pulsed on the wand. I could feel the orgasm running of me and down the wand. I sent daddy a voice message of me cuming hard morning how good thinking about daddy’s cock in me made me feel so good.

Begging him to come and fuck me. Not just fuck me but fill me. Idc what hole I just need him inside of me. I need him his scent all over me and even in me at this point. He called me his good girl and it just made me want him more.

The need, the want is soaking though my panties. Pussy throbbing aching to be fucked by him. I know he’s the only one who can give me the release I want. I know I’m going to have to cum again soon or I’m going to lose my mind to my fantasies. I’m daddy’s little cum dumpster and he knows it.

[Sa****]

Nice.x

[Sa****]

Very nice!!

[Deleted Member]

Bricked up! I loved it!

[sl****]

Oh yeah you got me bricked

[Gr****]

Fuck yes

[Gr****]

U can have my cock as u need