Daddy’s Girl Phone Sex

Daddy's Girl Phone Sex

Sitting on the counter sliding my fingers in and out of my tight teen pussy. I knew Daddy would be home from work soon so I hopped on the phone with a horny regular. I wanted him to walk in on me with my legs spread playing with my snatch. And I wanted to be punished for being his filthy whore of a daughter. The guy I had on the phone loved hearing my girly screams while I rubbed my pulsing clit. He begged me to call myself ‘Daddy’s little fuck toy’ while I moaned for him. Daddy’s girl phone sex like this was why I was dying to take load after load of Daddy’s cum and saying that out loud set me on fire. I was so close to squirting all over the kitchen counter when Daddy walked in.
I stared into his eyes while I pumped my fingers in and out of my slippery box. His fuck stick was hard as steel as soon as he saw me. I moaned louder into my cell phone. I wanted to make sure he knew his slutty little girl was about to cum while getting a stranger off. I was hoping for him to bend over and spank me for being such a cock tease. Instead, he rushed forward, swatted my hand away, and unzipped his pants. He forcefully rammed his cock in my hot cunt. He was going to bruise my insides to teach me a lesson. I moaned louder and louder into the phone. “Yes, I’m Daddy’s hot teen slut!” Daddy dug his fingers into my thighs and pulled me even closer. His thrusts hit even deeper and he after a few thrusts he filled my pussy with cream– right as my caller finished. I giggled into the phone. “Thank you! We should do this again.”

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