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God I hope so.

hot girls like older men

One of my affairs was anal only for me. She came so hard. Maybe I should text her again…

He’s blissfully ignorant ;  )

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Reblogging is better than liking ; )

Yes but if you resort to begging you’ll open that part of my brain that will completely ruin you

Pretty Please

So. Who likes dad bods?

I would love to know my babygirl was playing with her friends like this. I’m incredibly jealous of other boys touching my girl, but literally open door policy when she wants to play with other girls. Just tell Daddy all about it when you get done, sweetheart.

I prefer to REWARD you for dressing like a slut. Because it’s more fun to hurt you when you ask for it.

my dream >w<

I like your blog daddy 😘

Awwwww. Thank you! I hope you linger and enjoy often.

Nobody talks about how the right girl can totally rebuild the broken heart of a man, and then destroy it again when she leaves. I still miss you.

Sometimes she just wants to be Daddy’s little anal whore. And who am I to deny my girl anything? It’s what she wants. So of course I’ll do it for her. She’s my princess after all.

I love watching my younger lovers as they realize how much better my thick married cock feels. I know how to play their body like a fiddle, making them cum over and over as I watch their brains leak out around my cock and drop off my balls until they beg me to fill them with cum.

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Now I know why I’m so depressed. I haven’t eaten a pussy in over a year!

Good girls show Daddy how well they practice.

Some of the hottest words I’ve ever heard. Literally almost came when she said them to me.

hiiii i see you like age gap, what do you think of a 19 year old? >_<

Short answer: depends on the girl - my type is a smart, fit, girl that loves to let me help her turn off her brain when she’s over thinking, that understands she’s the center of my world when I have the time, and is ok with the “part-timeness” of it all.

Longer answer: I’ve had flings with women your age, and affairs with women 22-30 range. (Flings being short and sweet, affairs being a year or more). Older women have more life experience, so I can worry less about them feeling alone when I’m not available because they; A) are less likely to get attached too quickly and B) understand that as a married man I DO have to be “Dad and husband” sometimes.

It’s hard to be able to be a good Daddy all the time when my girl is needy and lonely and needs love and not just sex. (Which is why I prefer to spend a whole day together rather than a quickie.)

Hope that answers your question.

Women who text first as well.

Men who text first >>>>>>>

Absolutely.

can i call u 'daddy' in public too

Idk about the others, but I’m stuck in a dead bedroom.

Where are the nice and respectful older men 💔

Such a perfect girl for Daddy.

shhhhh

cw: freeuse, noncon a lil, choking, breath play, somno if you squint, rough, messy

"Angel," his breath ruffles the hair resting against my cheek, and I sleepily swat the air away. He grumbles softly, words I can't make out in my half-asleep brain before I feel large arms sliding around my waist, intent on pulling me closer.

"No..." comes my tired plea, pushing against the arms and trying to crawl away. My movements are clumsy, weak attempts compared to the demanding way he begins pulling my clothes off. The chill of the night air against bare skin has me shiver a bit, becoming acutely aware of the situation.

Attempting to fight off the sleepiness, I shake my head more firmly before lashing out with my teeth. Once they come in contact with firm muscle, I bite down as hard as I can. He hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. It's only once the pain rushes through my scalp that I become truly aware of the precarious situation and the man glaring down at me.

"Wait..." comes my panicked whisper, "I'm sorry, sir, I..."

My fingers twine with his in my hair, a small attempt to try to reason with him by trapping his hand there. His free hand comes up, grabbing my chin aggressively as he pulls my forehead to rest against his.

"Shhhhhhh," he whispers, his lips moving across my face in gentle kisses, contrasting the possessive hold he still has on my chin.

"I..."

"Angel," his words act as a warning and my words die in my throat, "who owns you?"

"Y-you..." comes my soft reply, "but..."

His hand shifts suddenly, clamping over my mouth and squeezing to stifle the words. "No but. I own you, yet you're fighting me. I'm not unreasonable," he whispers, his thumb caressing my cheek as he forces me to hold his gaze, "but none of the words coming out of you are telling me to stop."

Even as the words fall between us, I feel his hand inch away from my mouth, giving me an opportunity to stop this, a breath. Still, I remain silent, watching him silently, not daring to move. He releases a pent-up breath, his eyes darkening as he studies my face.

"Now," he whispers, his hand sliding down to trace my throat absentmindedly while he speaks, "shhhh."

Even as I feel the shift, it happens so suddenly that I'm left breathless. His body slams into mine, pinning me down by my throat on the bed. My hands rush up, gasping sharply in surprise at the weight against my throat. Nails rake down his arms, tearing into his biceps. My brain goes fuzzy in a way that fills me with a dark desire.

Black dots dance across my vision even as I find myself arching into his body, eager to feel more of him in the silence. Lifting my hips up with his free hand, he pushes me until I'm folded in half.

The tingling from the lack of oxygen fills my body with intense need, a hot sensitivity that makes me acutely aware of the way his muscles flex as they hold me there, bending and breaking me to be exactly what he needs at this moment. My hands slide to the arm around my throat, encouraging him to hold me tighter.

"Fuck," he hisses in approval, shifting until I feel the heavy weight of his cock resting against my pussy. The throbbing of his cock as he slides it through my wet folds only feeds the fire that seems to be engulfing every thought.

Restlessly, my hips move against him in a desperate attempt to feel more of him. His grip on my throat shifts, pushing into me more to keep me in place. The squelching of my pussy against his cock plants a cocky smile on his face as he shifts, pressing the head of his cock against my dripping hole.

"That's such a good girl," he praises breathlessly as he sinks inch by inch into my pussy, "sucking me in so well, so easy, fucking perfect."

The stretch as he fills me has me arching into him, desperate to feel every bit of him. My pussy clenches eagerly, clinging to him as he presses in, seated against my cervix in a painful way that only makes me needier. He rolls his hips, biting his lip as he watches his cock disappear into my wet cunt before he does it again.

Each movement has needy sounds falling from my lips. My nails dig into his forearm, clinging desperately to him as I find myself overwhelmed with pleasure and lust. His pace, slow and teasing at first, devolves into a brutal obsession. Our bodies crash together messily, his cock filling me with every thrust in a way that has me seeing stars.

His grip around my throat tightens, pulling me in closer as his lips seek mine. His tongue moves against mine in a hot kiss that matches the pace his cock barrels into my core. A giddy feeling fills my chest as my pussy tightens, messily spasming around his cock. An electric current rushes through my body from the waves of pleasure as I breathlessly beg, incoherent and dumb.

"Shit, fuck, perfect fucking angel, fucking fuck," he mumbles against my face, a man on the verge of derangement as he fucks into me ruthlessly, "my perfect good girl, fucking yes."

The pleasure creates a fuzzy feeling in my mind while he fucks into me a man possessed before we both crash over the edge, my pussy clenching tightly against his cock as I cum again. He groans in approval before pulling out as his cock spurts hot cum across my cunt and thighs. His grip around my throat slackens as he watches himself sliding through my cum-covered folds.

Shaky hands slide up my thighs before tugging my legs apart and holding open my empty hole, "Daddy, I think you missed a spot. Do it again, for your good girl?"

Kitten letting Daddy know she’s tired of napping and ready for round two to start.

small-dck-energy

Look at this good girl. Sitting her ass on daddy’s cock.

Play now 👈

Every one of my “work wives” so far has been “just a friend.”

"Just friends" while we're fucking in a hotel room with our phones off

Getting Daddy ready for your best friend to help her get over her breakup.

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Fucking this. 10000%

What’s wrong with texting first and replying to a text immediately? what’s wrong with calling and telling them you miss them? What’s wrong with showing you care? Take down your pride a notch and be genuine with your feelings.

One of the best ways to pass the time at dinner. Or work. Or school. Or or or or or…

The perfect girl.

sry you can hate men all you want but i am such a daddy daddy daddy girl like no daddy said i cant tonight hold on let me call daddy and ask if its okay ass girl

Blink-182

I Miss You

More than one girl in my life does this apply to. Destined to be alone.

I will stop reblogging this when we recreate it. Because then I’ll be able to open the video on my phone instead.

Darmadağın edeceğim sikerek...

This is why you invite that older man over for breakfast.

dishes

cw: oral, needy, cnc if you squint, freeuse, creampie

"So, I did most of the dishes, except the cups," he paused for a moment, glancing away from me to the cups stacked neatly in the sink, "my hands are too big, so it's hard..."

"Oh," laughter bubbled out of me at the realization and I shook my head, "no, it's fine. I can do the cups, no worries."

His eyes found mine, slightly surprised at my easy acquiesce, "I mean, I can do something else, trade, make it up to you..."

"You really don't have to," came my easy reply as I nudged him towards the living room. He peeked over his shoulder, squinting his eyes in something akin to disapproval before he reluctantly shifted forward a few steps.

- - -

Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background as my hands made quick work of the cups, squeezing down into the holes with the sponge to get every nook and cranny. "How goes it?" he murmured, his lips suddenly nestled along the top of my head, his arms wrapping around my waist to stifle the immediate jerk of my body.

"You scared me!" I squeaked in dismay, dropping the cup I had been washing, water spattering across the backsplash, "It goes good, thank you."

"It goes well, does it?" he whispered against my ear, his fingers massaging down to the edge of my dress.

"What are you doing?" my whole body paused, thighs clenching together as the crisp air brushed across my upper thighs. He made a soft sound, almost as if admonishment for my question, his hands sliding along my thighs before firmly squeezing my ass.

"Making it up to you," he finally breathed, disappearing from beside me. His hands shifted, firmly trapping me against the counter as I felt him kneel behind me. My own hands found purchase on the sink just before the warmth of his tongue enveloped me. His nose pressed into me gently as he pried my thighs more apart, intent on devouring me. His tongue slid through my pussy folds, slurping like a man possessed as needy cries left me in increasing levels of desperation.

"Baby," I whined almost brokenly, finding myself pressing back against his tongue as the pleasure rushed through me. I was almost dizzy from how good his tongue felt, so when he added a finger pressed against my entrance, my knees buckled.

He kept me firmly standing, catching me against his face as he used my momentary weakness to snake his tongue across my clit. I moaned his name like a prayer, my legs trembling as pleasure removed every thought and need but him.

Then all too soon, cool air greeted my wet cunt as he pulled away. A breathy whine of disapproval left me as I tried to turn, almost to beg before he readjusted his grip on me. Fingers digging into my hips, he held me still as he maneuvered himself. The fat head of his cock slid between my thighs, nestling between my lips before pushing into my needy entrance.

"Fuck, babygirl," he groaned in praise, wrapping himself around me as his lips pressed against my cheek, "you're sucking me in so nice. Is my good girl needy? Have you been craving this?"

Every inch he sank into me brought another desperate plea from me, "Sir, please, please, yes.."

Once he was finally seated inside of me, he moaned softly in approval at the way my pussy clenched, tightening around him, almost as if to keep him deep forever. His cock slid out, almost to the very tip before he surged forward, thrusting so hard that I saw stars from the sharp pleasure. "More," comes my distorted whine, a keen, "God, more."

My begging continued and every beg was met with a matched thrust, harder and deeper than the last until he was pounding into me. Our moans matched the insane pace, the resounding sound of his hips bouncing off my ass, the slap of skin on skin. "Don't stop," I begged, whined, turning to look at him with pouty eyes. He growled in primal lust as he pulled me in, his lips fastening on mine.

He swallowed my moans, our tongues colliding, swirling, tasting to match the harsh pace of our thrusts. His arms tightened their hold on me as my pussy tightened around him, soft squelching adding to the mess. The pleasure consumed me, his taste only adding to my desperation as I clung to him, inside and out.

A squeaking moan left me, lost in his own groan of pleasure as our lips clashed and we breathed together. My pussy spasmed, coating him in my sticky wetness just as he bottomed out inside me. I felt him throb inside me, once, twice, his hot cum pooling deep inside me as my walls milked him of every drop.

The messy kiss turned more gentle as he relaxed his hold on me, kissing down from my lips to my neck. "Did I make it up to you?" comes a soft rumble of his voice against my throat as I feel his hips rock gently, his cock pulling breathy moans from me at the whisper of pleasure.

"I think I might need extra convincing," comes my needy reply.

Fucking his coworker because his wife is a bitch. At least his lover remembers that being a slut is a good thing.