You Look Yummy This Morning Little One. No Need To Wake Up Yet.

Daddy's toy. So small that I can easily hold you down with my weight, hold your wrists when you struggle, and force your legs apart.

"Daddy, I can't move"

And when I have you immobilized and am fucking you with abandon, and you come for me: "That's a good girl."

me and who >_<

There is an appropriate size difference for a babygirl and her Daddy. You should be little more than five feet tall and 100 lbs. Less is more. Four feet and 80 lbs and I will claim you on the spot.

me and who 🎀

pump it like I am fucking you, little one. show me how good you can imagine me inside you.

Yes, you are.

on your tiptoes babygirl

I happen to agree with this.

You were so much younger, so much smaller, acting like such a bitch, such a brat. You even mocked me, for an instant. And then turned around. You were taking aim, seductively leaning over the table, lifting your ass in my direction, your elegant dress parting down the length of your leg. You knew what you were doing. I knew.

When I flattened you against the table, it was so violent it took your breath away. It was also mechanical, unceremonious, unromantic. I bent you over like a tool. Plied you open and pushed myself into you. I didn't think of you as a person. I didn't treat you with respect. I fucked you like a piece of meat.

You were obedient. You made no cry, no sound. You did not move. You allowed yourself to feel used. Truly used. An object. Powerless. Put in your place. Exactly what you had hoped - a Man able to be a Man, not a whining boy her age, but a pile-driving fucking Man who could break her.

Appropriate attire for a good girl.

Fistfulls of hair.