There are a couple of things here and there but I don’t have them tagged. My avatar in the red panties is me.
Little girl lesson number one- Even when you are sad you should give Daddy a blow job. It will make you both feel better.
I’ll stop the world and melt with you.
Apparently someone posted this on reditt and it has gotten 20,000 views. I am so happy about it because this is one of my most favorite posts. It is something that Daddy and I came up with together in the beginning of our relationship. <3
Thanks! Daddy and I have had a really hard month with personal tragedies and other stressful life stuff. This blog is inspired by actual events and fantasies. Lately I have just wanted to love and be loved. I’m sure soon I will find my way back to my natural naughty head space and there will be plenty of fun things to post about. In the meantime, there should be plenty of archives to keep you busy. :)
“Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”-Rainer Maria Rilke
Daddy and Big Brother Sam haven’t seen HLG for too many days. We love our little girl, but frankly, we just want to use her little wet holes and abuse her. She needs a good rough fucking but it for us whether she needs it or not.
She’s a dirty little slut. I just tell her she’s our cum dump and order her to lick my ass and she’s down there. She loves it. She fucking loves licking out my ass. I slap my cock on her face and tell her she’s a stupid cocksucker.
Sam pulls her up by the hair, slaps her, and starts fucking her mouth. She’s stunned in seconds. Gagging, trying to breathe. We take turns abusing our fuck toy’s mouth. We push her past the line.
Best part is double-teaming her ass. Pinning her down. Making her take it. Slut. She cums over and over. We know our little fuck toy.
Looks like Daddy’s missing me. I miss him lots too. I’m flying home tomorrow. Can’t wait to see him!!
I like to keep her close. And naked.
Life has been tough but laying in bed with Daddy for 19 hours makes things feel a whole lot better. So thankful for Postmates delivering dinner and breakfast so we didn’t have to leave our bubble.
Life can be hard but Daddy and I are loving and helping each other through the stress and sadness. I don’t know what I would do without him.