Watching Daddy From The Hall

"Daddy's Sunday Pleasures"

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My mom just left, to shop she went
That means my dad’s alone
I’m off to see my daddy’s tent
And start to rub my zone

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Each Sunday morn, I watch my dad
He strokes that massive cock
I watch him as he’s being bad
Through the door he doesn’t lock

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I rub my hungry pussy
Standing sneaky in the hall
Didn’t know, that he could see me
Through the mirror on his wall

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I watched him, as he wrapped his fist
around his nine-inch pole
I dream of daddy-daughter tryst
And I just have one goal

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He jacks his cock, seductively
One question to be had
Just might we fit, that thing in me
I want that cock so bad

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With just two months, to ply my game
I’m home for summer break
I hope my daddy’s thoughts the same
I’m here for him to take

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I dream that he might fuck me
As I watch him through the door
Inhibitions overcome me
As my panties hit the floor

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I’m forced to lean upon the wall
My knees are growing weak
Two fingers deep inside me
As my juices start to leak.

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A steady stream runs down my thigh
As I massage my clit
Let out, an over-vocal sigh
Too lost for me to quit.

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I try to match his rhythm
As I finger fuck my hole
I hope to cum, right with him
But join him, is my goal

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Will daddy want to play my game
How will, I draw that test
That’s when he shouted out my name
And came across his chest

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Orgasm ripped right through me
I buckled at my knees
My daddy truly loves
And I can’t wait to please.

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Published 2 years ago

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