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Before I can takebeforeit onto the armchair to our left

The sight of his ined how he looked under his suits and T-shirts But the reality is a thousand times better than any of my fantasies His es that perfect balance between thick and bulk He’s a man My belly twists, and all the muscles in my core lock down

My panties are soaking I feel the heat betweenmoment

When he does speak, I’ beyond hope he will give me what I need

“Baby, lift up your skirt and open your legs for Daddy I want to see if you are wet for me Show Daddy how much you want him”

I do as he asks,the white fabric of my skirt upward until the cooler hair hits s

I open theether and the tendons in his forearms shift under his skin The hair on his arht their way to his face, hoping I will see that he is pleased But what I see make me shiver

“Do you think I can see hoet your panties are like that?” His voice turns dark, hard, and instead of igniting fear in me, I’m more aroused than ever

“I thought so,” I e to squeak out

“Get your fucking heels up on that sofa Scoot your ass down a little and spread your legs properly for Daddy What you have right there is ive it to irl?”

“Yes, Daddy” I do as he says Wiggling lower on the sofa, raisinginto the soft cushion, I opento the sides as my hands still hold on to the fabric of my skirt

Then I see it in his eyes before I hear it Words I didn’t know meant so much to me

“Good girl”

Rivers of tears spring from my eyes, and I note an even deeper sense of pleasure from him at my emotional response This sort of connection with another hu I didn’t know could exist I knew froer there was a deep draard hiht it was just me

I mean, look at him He’s every woman’s version of lumberjack bad boy turned successful millionaire