Love me! I lost the next round again, naturally. Pinayflix Love me, were the words that underscored each pained gasp and forced moan that escaped my lips as he tore my insides in his rampage towards his own release. I would handle it gently, for I feared its brightness would be diminished in the bright light of day. She was smart, and savvy. Dear Father, Dear DaughterBy
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/ August 29, 2015 September 14, 2020
by Third
Dear Father,
(I use the word “dear” loosely, for I cannot really say that you are dear to me.)
Twenty-four years ago, you brought me into this world; a bouncing, crying baby with soft down on her head and a cheery disposition. Deeply, when I told him I was leaving him for another man. I would bring you sticks and things, wonders discovered in the mud. I didn’t know what to do, my daughter. Love me, father. I was shouting and crying for you. He was a good boy, and came to ask permission from me before he courted you. I screamed at you as I came yet again, so hard that my legs collapsed beneath me and I became a trembling heap of pleasure on the floor.
