I play Daddys good girl for Mike
I met Mike when I was 16 years old and he was twenty-eight. He was the son of a family friend – handsome, rich and a known playboy. Our courtship was scandalous and passionate, but that’s not what this story is about. After popping my cherry when I was 16, Mike became sort of obsessed with my pussy. I know he likes the way it looks. I keep it shaven so the puffy outer lips are smooth, highlighting my camel toe. And it’s tight. I have the type of pussy that even after being owned by Mike’s big...