k: i don't know, Daddy. You could try and decide.

D: I wonder if anything you can bake tastes as good as you, kitten.

D: I don’t want you cocky and confident, kitten. Your manner is perfect for a little cunt.

k: i am not so sure, Daddy. i know i am safe with You but i can't put my shy side away.

D: you’re safe with your Daddy, kitten. There’s no need for nervousness or shyness. I know you will blossom like a night flower when our door closes.

K: Because i want to be the best cunt You ever had. Your best and Your last, Daddy.

D: You fit the name better than any girl I’ve known.

D: Keeping my eyes on the road with difficulty, I stroke your hair as your head bobs in my lap. Your drool soaks my cock and balls. I hold you down to help you take me deeper down your throat. You cough in time with the throttle of the car engine.

D: I crouch in front of you and, kissing the top of your head, I put my hand between your legs and curl two fingers up inside you. I stir your wet hole and rub my thumb on your fat clit. You squirm as I tell you you’re a good little cunt.