Daddy Rules Daddy s Consequences Part II
It had been three weeks since I had seen Daddy and with every mile I traveled, I felt my pussy water more and more. At the halfway marker, I texted Daddy to ask if I could take off my panties because they had become so wet it felt uncomfortable to sit in them. “No, Slut,” was all the text read. I smiled, sure before I had asked that that was what his answer would be, and drove on. When I got within 10 miles, my pussy began to pulse and as I turned down his street, she tingled almost...
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