Sitting on daddy’s face
When I was a little girl, my dad made me sit on his face. I don’t really remember much about it, how many times it may have happened, or it when it stopped. I know my brother walked in on us at some point and told my mom. Nothing ever happened to my dad, though. I wish I could remember how it felt to have my dad licking my pussy. He was the first man to taste me. No one can ever take that from us. That’s the one special moment or bond we share, that his tongue was inside me first. I touch myself all the time, trying to remember how it felt. Sometimes I wish he would do it again. I just want my dad to love me and pay attention to me again. If that means spreading my legs for him to lick me, I would gladly do it whenever he wants. I want to cum for my daddy. I want him to become addicted to my taste.