Sailor Moon

 

 

 

I remember envying the girls of sailor moon. They had long legs and thin waist that made them sexually attractive to damn near everyone in my family. When mommy left and I was younger, Daddy used to dress me in sailor moon outfits and make me dance around the living room singing:
“Fighting evil by moonlight
Winning love by daylight
Never running from a real fight
She is the one named Sailor Moon”
by then, daddy would be so turned on that he would give me his love. He would lift up my costume dress and bury his face in my coochie. Papa would make me wear this costume over and over again so the smell of my young cunnie would be stuck in the crotch. I knew Daddy loved to smell it so I never fought back when he wanted to just take deep whiffs of it. Then, he would always push my panties to the side and lick my smelly cunnie. I thought it was smelly but he said it smelt and taste like tangerines! After Daddy’s tongue got me nice and wet he would make me sing their outro as I sucked his humongous cock.

“My fans will truly adore me
Every time I dance or sing my songs
I’ll ride in a big fancy car
And take all my friends along, yeah!”

Papa was what seemed to be my only friend and fan so even though you could barely hear my singing through the gurgles and gags from his dick in my throat, I was singing my heart out. The more I sang the back of my throat would expand and contract on daddy’s dick and that made it wonderful for him. He grunted, “Just like that Princess. Sing for Daddy” every time he was about to cum. My Papa was, and still is, my heart and soul hence why I never had a problem singing my little ass off. When he shot his load it just jetted to the back of my throat as I continued to belt out the lyrics to Daddy’s favorite cartoon….

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