i’m only happy hanging off daddys dick

at first i didnt believe it. she would say it, but it wouldnt register. then i would see her. sitting alone during the day with such an overall look of glum and sadness i nearly didnt believe it was her. she would stare off into space. loser her appetite, cancel plans. call out of work. whenever i would ask her what was wrong, a grin flashed across her face as she reached into my pants freeing my now throbbing cock from its restraints. witihin a moment she was drooling and gagging on my cock in the back of her throat. “im only happy hanging off daddys dick” she said. wiping the spit dripping from her chin and my balls and smearing it across her large natural breasts. she wouldnt stop until she was finished. rather, until I was finished. she wouldn’t allow herself to relent until his hot and sticky cum was slathered across her face, hands and tits or rocketed out of his cock past her tonsils.

she wouldnt stop servicing my cock until I was finished

days turned to weeks and weeks months. at some point, it is hard to ignore. she is only happy when shes servicing my cock.

good girl