My Dream about Fuckfan23
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My Dream about Fuckfan23Last night I had a dream about Fuckfan23. I dreamed that he sent me a message telling me to expect a courier to arrive at my house in the morning. When the package arrived, I couldn’t hold back my excitement. I shrieked like a little girl and clapped my hands together repeatedly. Unable to keep the smile from my face, I ripped open the tape on the cardboard box and inside was a cooler. I was puzzled. “ooooohh, what could it be?” I said out loud. I opened the cooler and to my surprise there was a small wooden box inside. It was beautiful, there was an evergreen tree and a skull with script that said “for my slut” burned into the wood. I opened the box to find a test tube and a note. There were very specific instructions. “Tonight you will dress up in a pretty little dress with no panties. Put the test tube of my cum in your purse and walk to your car. Once you are in the car, I want you to shove the tube into your cunt to warm canlı bahis up my cum, and say “I am being a good girl for Daddy”. Once you get to the restaurant, order a steak dinner and wait patiently with the tube still in your cunt. When your steak arrives, I want you to take the tube out and pour my cum onto your steak and say “I am being a good girl for Daddy”. Set your phone up on the table, take a video of you enjoying that cum covered steak. I want you to eat every bite. When you are finished, I want you to take a picture of your seat where I know you will have squirted from serving me. I know this is what you need baby girl. Now go make Daddy proud, be a good girl and do as you are told. XO Daddy”I did exactly as Daddy had instructed in the note. When the waitress had come to my table to ask how my steak was, I told her it was the very best steak I had ever had. “OMG it is so juicy and tasty, I just can’t get enough of it!!!!” I chimed.She laughed bahis siteleri and said “I am glad you are enjoying your dinner.” (little did she know) how much I was enjoying it. It amazed me how well Daddy knew my body. As I sat there, alone in the restaurant, I could feel my cunt starting to clench. With every bite, as I savoured the cum covered steak, I felt my own juices building and starting to run down my leg. I could feel the heat crawl up my neck and into my cheeks, I was so nervous that someone would be able to tell how wet I was. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn’t. Tasting and smelling Daddy’s cum had put me over the edge. I was in a sexual frenzy that I couldn’t stop. My stomach was doing flips and my heart started to race when I felt a drop of my own cum drip onto the top of my foot. I knew I was out of control. I knew at that moment, that my cunt no longer belonged to me. It was His. It was Daddy’s cunt. It had always been Daddy’s bahis şirketleri cunt, I just didn’t know it. I paid for my meal, left a very big tip for the waitress and when I got up, I was quick to put on my coat and cover my wet dress. I spilled a glass of water on my chair and apologized profusely for my clumsiness. (of course, the waitress didn’t mind after seeing her tip) I walked all the way to my car feeling my thighs slid against each other lubed up with my own cum. I was remembering the taste of Daddy’s cum. I needed more. As soon as I got into my car, lick an addict needing a fix, I pulled the tube out of my purse and stuck my tongue inside. I licked the edges as best as I could. Then I stuck my finger inside of the tube and pulled out the last few drops, before licking them off, I smeared a line of Daddy’s cum under my nose so I could smell him all the way home. I breathed him in so deeply. When I got home I almost ran to my bedroom stuck my fingers inside of my wet pussy and came repeatedly almost in a trance, unable to stop. After about 20 orgasms my phone chimed. It was Daddy. “How was your night little girl?”mmmmmmmmmm……… Such a good dream
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