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The Tale Of The Big Bad Wulf free porn video
Just a translation of one of my stories.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Daddy, I love you."
"Yes, my dear, I know. Daddy loves you too. But now close your eyes and sleep."
"Daddy?"
"What's up, dear?"
"Daddy, I can't sleep. Please, lay down next to me and tell me a story."
"Hm, okay. What do you want to hear?"
"Just tell me the tale of the big bad wulf!"
"But Baby, then you won't sleep all night."
"But please, daddy, pleeease!"
"Okay then. Once upon a time, there was a little girl, almost as cute as you. She wanted to bring cake and wine to her elder sister, who was told to be sick and laying in her bed. But the little girl had to go into the dark forest, because her sister lived there. Her mother told her to be wary of the big bad wulf, who was living in that wood too and was known for his liking for sweet little girls."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Did the wulf like the sweet little girls as much as you like me?"
"I'm sure, he couldn't get enough of them as well."
"Okay, daddy, fine. Please, just go on."
"So the little girl followed brave-hearted the pathway through the louring wood and kept bravely out of any mischief as she was told. And soon she got to the lodge of..."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"I think you missed a part. The sweet little girl wanted to bring her sister some nice flowers from the forest glade."
"Oh, would she indeed?"
"But yes, daddy."
"I think, you might be right, dear. So the little girl stopped at the sunlit glade, gathered a bunch of flowers from the edge of the track and hurried herself to get to the..."
"No, daddy, no. That's not how it was."
"Don't you think?"
"No daddy. The girl in the lovely red dress wanted to bring her sister the most outstanding bouquet of flowers. So she left the path for that reason, stepped across the meadow to this edge of the wood, where the most beautiful flowers grew, the ones that smell like cinnamon and honey."
"Well, if you think so. The little girl ran across the lawn, plucked the most beautiful spray of flowers you ever can imagine and hurried back to the narrow path..."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I think, the poor girl almost died of thirst in the heat of the sun after all the bending down and plucking. And because there was nothing to drink all around, except the wine for her sister, she surely thought that having a little sip of this wine would cool her down."
"You really think so?"
"Of course! So she took the bottle from the wicker basket and had a sip from the sweet red wine, and to be sure that there left no thirst, another one yet. As she was about putting the bottle back into the basket, she glanced at a fresh cucumber and a pair of strapping carrots, that her mother had provided her sister too."
"Oh, did she?"
"I'm quite sure about that. And because the wine let the young girl with the blooming breasts lose her inhibitions in some manner, and the tops of the grass played around her thighs so coyly the whole time, she got in a ... strange mood and looked at the fruits in the basket with a different ... appetite."
"Aw, but sweet-heart, that sounds like pure fancy, that fools you. Never heard about that in this tale!"
"But yes, daddy, I'm absolutely sure about that! Some time later the girl lost her temper and remembered what her mother had outlined her. She harked with worried heart if there was no big bad wulf, who could have eavesdropped her, then put the carrots and the cucumber back into the basket with a pleased smile and hurried to the pathway to her sisters home."
"So, she was quite sure that there were nobody around then?"
"But yes, daddy. Because the big bad wulf was somewhere else already."
"What you don't say, saucy little girl. Where has he been instead?"
"I can tell you, daddy. But one thing before: May I nestle down my back a bit further into your womb?"
"Yeak?!?"
"Okay. So the little girl almost ran with a singing heart to the lodge of her sister. As she reached the glade around the lodge, she cautiously opened the garden gate to surprise her sister, but suddenly heard some strange noises. It sounded like shivery moans and the girl thought for one moment, her sister were about to die. Carefully she dared a quick glance through the wide opened window, but what she saw, aroused her more than anything before in her life. Because her sister was not alone. The big bad wulf was sitting behind her sister, who, indeed, was kneeling on all fours in front of the wulf, her dress lifted up to her bare back and the moist tongue of the b**st was dancing between the wide-spread, shivering cheeks and thighs of her sister, while the wulf was singing: 'Oh, dainty maiden, just let me in, into your backdoor, it's no sin!'"
"But my sweet c***d, what are you talking? This never ever belongs to that tale!"
"But yes, daddy, it was exactly like that, i've witnessed all of it precisely as I told you. But daddy? Can you stick your big rod now between my cheeks just like you did with my sister?"
"Daddy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Daddy, I love you."
"Yes, my dear, I know. Daddy loves you too. But now close your eyes and sleep."
"Daddy?"
"What's up, dear?"
"Daddy, I can't sleep. Please, lay down next to me and tell me a story."
"Hm, okay. What do you want to hear?"
"Just tell me the tale of the big bad wulf!"
"But Baby, then you won't sleep all night."
"But please, daddy, pleeease!"
"Okay then. Once upon a time, there was a little girl, almost as cute as you. She wanted to bring cake and wine to her elder sister, who was told to be sick and laying in her bed. But the little girl had to go into the dark forest, because her sister lived there. Her mother told her to be wary of the big bad wulf, who was living in that wood too and was known for his liking for sweet little girls."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Did the wulf like the sweet little girls as much as you like me?"
"I'm sure, he couldn't get enough of them as well."
"Okay, daddy, fine. Please, just go on."
"So the little girl followed brave-hearted the pathway through the louring wood and kept bravely out of any mischief as she was told. And soon she got to the lodge of..."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"I think you missed a part. The sweet little girl wanted to bring her sister some nice flowers from the forest glade."
"Oh, would she indeed?"
"But yes, daddy."
"I think, you might be right, dear. So the little girl stopped at the sunlit glade, gathered a bunch of flowers from the edge of the track and hurried herself to get to the..."
"No, daddy, no. That's not how it was."
"Don't you think?"
"No daddy. The girl in the lovely red dress wanted to bring her sister the most outstanding bouquet of flowers. So she left the path for that reason, stepped across the meadow to this edge of the wood, where the most beautiful flowers grew, the ones that smell like cinnamon and honey."
"Well, if you think so. The little girl ran across the lawn, plucked the most beautiful spray of flowers you ever can imagine and hurried back to the narrow path..."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I think, the poor girl almost died of thirst in the heat of the sun after all the bending down and plucking. And because there was nothing to drink all around, except the wine for her sister, she surely thought that having a little sip of this wine would cool her down."
"You really think so?"
"Of course! So she took the bottle from the wicker basket and had a sip from the sweet red wine, and to be sure that there left no thirst, another one yet. As she was about putting the bottle back into the basket, she glanced at a fresh cucumber and a pair of strapping carrots, that her mother had provided her sister too."
"Oh, did she?"
"I'm quite sure about that. And because the wine let the young girl with the blooming breasts lose her inhibitions in some manner, and the tops of the grass played around her thighs so coyly the whole time, she got in a ... strange mood and looked at the fruits in the basket with a different ... appetite."
"Aw, but sweet-heart, that sounds like pure fancy, that fools you. Never heard about that in this tale!"
"But yes, daddy, I'm absolutely sure about that! Some time later the girl lost her temper and remembered what her mother had outlined her. She harked with worried heart if there was no big bad wulf, who could have eavesdropped her, then put the carrots and the cucumber back into the basket with a pleased smile and hurried to the pathway to her sisters home."
"So, she was quite sure that there were nobody around then?"
"But yes, daddy. Because the big bad wulf was somewhere else already."
"What you don't say, saucy little girl. Where has he been instead?"
"I can tell you, daddy. But one thing before: May I nestle down my back a bit further into your womb?"
"Yeak?!?"
"Okay. So the little girl almost ran with a singing heart to the lodge of her sister. As she reached the glade around the lodge, she cautiously opened the garden gate to surprise her sister, but suddenly heard some strange noises. It sounded like shivery moans and the girl thought for one moment, her sister were about to die. Carefully she dared a quick glance through the wide opened window, but what she saw, aroused her more than anything before in her life. Because her sister was not alone. The big bad wulf was sitting behind her sister, who, indeed, was kneeling on all fours in front of the wulf, her dress lifted up to her bare back and the moist tongue of the b**st was dancing between the wide-spread, shivering cheeks and thighs of her sister, while the wulf was singing: 'Oh, dainty maiden, just let me in, into your backdoor, it's no sin!'"
"But my sweet c***d, what are you talking? This never ever belongs to that tale!"
"But yes, daddy, it was exactly like that, i've witnessed all of it precisely as I told you. But daddy? Can you stick your big rod now between my cheeks just like you did with my sister?"
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