Friday night was always date night. She and her Daddy would dress to impress, then go out on the town to wine-n-dine-n-dance-the-night-away.
Not only was he a sharp-dressed man who put Chivalry back into the forefront of her dreams, but he was also the reason why she would keep an extra pair of panties in her purse. Her wiles were strong, but they were no match for the urges his presence would evoke from within her core.
Being a bit drunk and still buzzing from the night on her feet, she went to her knees when they got home – yanking the cushions off the living room sofa and setting up a slumber area where they would sit while watching whatever romantic girly movie she picked for them.
Her Daddy went to the kitchen to make up a bottle of milk for her. When he returned, she was naked. She rose up on her knees and took hold of the back of his left leg as she wrapped her lips around the rubber nipple of her bottle. She swallowed the warm milk while gazing up at him with a lust which only would’ve been more clearly pronounced had it been written on her forehead.
He was preparing to Daddy her littleness, but … as with many of their plans … she gave short notice of the change she wanted. There would be time for diapers, babbling & babying. For the moment and the current want, she had “other” thoughts in mind.
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