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My Story Time:

Oof, bestie, buckle up because this is some next-level daddy issues tea—no cap.

So there I was, sitting on the edge of his bed in just my black pantyhose, legs spread wide, my pussy glistening and begging to be stared at. My tits? Already out, full display. And let me tell you, my dad was shook—his eyes practically glued to me like I was the last meal he’d ever eat.

"Look at you," I sneered, rolling my eyes. "Pathetic. Weak." I dragged a finger down my stomach, slow as hell, just to watch his cock twitch in his pants. "You gonna jerk off for me, Daddy? Or are you too much of a bitch to even do that right?"

His breath hitched, and bam—his pants were down, his dick in his fist before I could even finish insulting him. "Fuck, babygirl," he choked out, stroking himself like his life depended on it.

I laughed, low-key living for how wrecked he was. "That’s it—show me how much of a simp you are for your own daughter." I slid my fingers between my legs, moaning loud just to torture him. "You’re nothing without me, Daddy. Just a sad old man with a hard-on he can’t control."

And God, the way he groaned, his hips bucking like he was already close… bestie, the power was iconic. I leaned back, watching him unravel, and whispered, "Come for me, you worthless piece of shit."

Spoiler alert: He did. Period. 🔥