The Making of Daddy s Little Cum Slut
I make a glass of milk and turn all of the lights off. I feel my way to the living room and sit in my favorite recliner. It is 4am and Stephanie is late again; I have no idea where she is and it bothers me. What if my daughter is dead in a ditch somewhere? The idea that someone would do something bad to my little angel scares me, unlike my wife, Miriam. Miriam remains passed out upstairs on sleeping pills. If the house were on fire she wouldn't even stir. All of a sudden I hear the sound of a...
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