Daddy Cream

I’m a good girl, sorta.  Sometimes though I have to be bad.  I just have to be!  It’s not my fault though.  I cannot help myself.  This usually happens when Daddy is around.  No matter what I am wearing, I make sure to change my clothes so that Daddy cannot help but notice me.  If I’m wearing a dress, I put on a tighter, shorter one.  If I’m wearing shorts, I’ll cut them even shorter, so that my panties will stick out of them.  I know, I know, it’s naughty, but like I said, I cannot help it!

So when Daddy came by, I had to make sure that he stopped paying attention to Mommy, and paid way more attention to me!  Mommy had to go to the store, and it was just Daddy and I.  He was watching TV, so I just came into the room, and sat across from him on the love seat.  I grabbed a book, and started to read.  The whole time I kept opening and closing my legs.  I saw Daddy looking between my legs.  This made me smile. 

Then I asked Daddy if he wanted something to drink, he said yes.  So I got up, walked over to him and gave him a big fat juicy kiss, then skipped away to get some gator aid for the both of us.  Ooopsie, it seems that when I sat back down to read my book I accidentally spilled most of the gator aid on my clothing.  I don’t want to get Mommy’s pretty furniture all wet, so I have no option but to take my clothes off. 

Now Daddy is REALLY looking at me.  Before long, he isn’t watching TV anymore, and my damp clothing; including my panties; are on the floor in a pile. Daddy had decided that I needed a snack to go with the gator aid, some cream, so Daddy gave me just that.  See, sometimes being a bad girl is actually a good thing.

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