Daughter

My Story Time:

Oof, bestie, buckle up because this one’s gonna make you shook AF.

So there I was, his "good girl"—except, plot twist, I was anything but. My dad had this thing for pantyhose, like, obsessed to the point where I low-key lived in them just to watch him squirm. And ugh, the way his eyes would darken when I’d casually stretch my legs, the nylon shimmering under the light? Chef’s kiss.

One night, I extra leaned into it—just pantyhose and a tiny crop top, no cap. I caught him staring, his jaw clenched, and I knew I had him. "You like how they feel, Daddy?" I purred, running my hands up my thighs, slow. He growled—like, actual feral shit—and yanked me onto his lap. "You’re mine," he muttered, his cock already hard against my ass.

The way he tore the crotch open, fingers rough as they shoved inside me? Big yikes, but also…yes. I moaned, arching into him, soaked through the nylon. "Such a dirty girl," he spat, but his hands were everywhere, gripping my hips as he fucked me right through the shreds.

And period—when he came, grinding me down onto him, his teeth in my neck? Main character energy unlocked.

IYKYK. 😈