older by isabel larosa is my theme song
The desire to message you is ferocious. An overwhelming urge to reach out and attempt to touch your mind. My tongue darting around in my mouth. Envisioning the words that would pass through my lips while I speak. Your reactions are everything.
i’m blushing anon pls make out with me🥺
coming home late and high and dad’s waiting for me because it’s past my curfew and my punishment is getting put over his knee and fingered until i'm crying because he stops each time i’m about to cum
also i want someone to force me to take hits and then puts out the joint on me just for fun
girls taking advantage of their dads when he’s drunk💕
more daughters coercing their fathers into fucking them please