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I harruh it’s more of a swear box”

She laughed “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, they used the cupcake box And they wrote on it It says ‘Daddy’s swear box—money for future cat’”

She burst out laughing, her head falling back, and I thought about putting my mouth on her throat Did she wear perfume? What would her skin sain

“So they want to get a cat?”

“Yeah, they’re always ona pet, and Hallie likes the idea of a cat because they’re supposedly clean animals Buta pet doesn’t really work”

“I could help out,” she offered “If you just let me knohich days you work, I can coo to adopt one”

“You’re not helping,” I told her incat”

“Listen,” she said, dropping her feet to the ground and reaching for the cupcake “I knohat happens when little girls have their dad wrapped around their fingers They get what they want”

“Oh, really” I watched her peel the wrapper fro and slender, and her nails were painted to ht of that hand wrapped around my cock jumped into my head uninvited

“Yes My sisters and I always had our dad’s nu off her thuet hard

“Maybe I’, but I was so fucking turned on it was difficult “Maybe I’ no”

She laughed like she knew better than I did “Maybe But even a Navy SEAL has some weaknesses”

Blowjobs, I thought, watching her lick her fingers and i across the tip of my cock

“Here” She pushed the plate with the cupcake on it toward me “We can share”

I wasn’t hungry, but I needed the distraction, so I picked up one of the halves and bit into it