Krysta 
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
It can be so sad when summer ends. You have to go back to keeping an early bedtime and waking up on time. Really, it’s not fair at all. The ONLY good thing about going back to school is when you meet your new teacher. I have always liked teachers. They are smart and kind and help you become the best girl you can be. They are kinda like Daddy’s in a way and that’s why I always make sure to be the teacher’s pet!
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
My friend Abby really likes my teen titties. She stayed at my house for a sleepover last night and I was excited to show her how much fun my titties can be! We got into our pj’s and snuggled into my bed. Under the covers, Abby started to rub my boobs through my thin tank top. My nipples got hard and poked up to greet her palms.
Abby has much smaller tits than me and she can’t jiggle them around as I can. She squeezed and lifted my big, juicy tits, and even let them go just to watch them bounce. She was giggling and having so much fun exploring with my boobies that I thought I would show her one more really fun way to play with them.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
We hoped things would get better and yet, here we are. Mandatory face mask policies are popping up in places we never had to wear them before. Like in my bedroom! That’s right, it is now mandatory to wear a face-covering when you come in here to get fucked! Don’t worry about bringing your own though. I have a special mask that is going to fit you Juuuuussst right!
To put this mask on, you need to lie on your back and relax. Just like that, good job!
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Anywhere, anytime. Those are the rules. If I want to be Daddy’s good girl, I have to be willing to be just a cumhole. It’s not so hard, really but sometimes Daddy gets the urge to use me when it’s not very convenient for me. Not that that matters. I’m his cumhole so I’m ready always.
Just like this afternoon when I was having lunch with two friends. We were giggling and drinking chocolate shakes when Daddy showed up out of nowhere. He grabbed me by my ponytail and pulled me out of my chair.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410
Grandpa is old. He lives in this smelly place with other old people. My Daddy makes me go visit him once a month cus he says one day he won’t be here no more. Today was my day to go in and I always get really bored there cus he doesn’t even have a TV!
He was laying on his bed when I came in and looked really uncomfortable. He smiled so big when he saw me and waved me over to. I sat on near his hip and he patted my hand. “Krysta, my dear. I need your help. You like helping grandpa, right?”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Face painting on the Fourth of July is like super fun for me. Sometimes I get my face painted like a unicorn or like one big, giant, glittery firework! This year, they are not having the fun carnival in the town square to celebrate our great country’s independence.
I’m very, very sad. I have so much fun buying all the junk food on the fourth and playing silly games like watching the farmer’s pull and stuff. I sniffled when Daddy told me that I wouldn’t be able to have my face painted this year. He kind of chuckled and wiped away my tear saying that he knew JUST how to make me feel better.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
He stepped into my life as if he’d always belonged there. Almost without me realizing how dangerous he would be. Soon, His presence was as seamless and needed as breathing. Perhaps it was because of how innocent I was then, that I didn’t understand the mindless corruption taking place or because like all things that are bad for you, he was addicting.
Before him, I thought I was capable of living for myself.ย Of making choices and doing as I pleased. Thankfully, he showed me how very wrong I was. How silly it is for a little girl to think she could take care of herself. All girls need an older, smarter man to take care of them. Horny girls like me shouldn’t be allowed to think for themselves. With his guidance, now I am mindlessly free to live in obedience.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Bound and gagged. Daddy had me spread open. His demanding fingers were jammed into my swollen cunt. “Don’t Cum.” He barked but his fingers were pushing me to disobey. His two, long digits curled up to scrape over my spongy g-spot.
Drool bubbled from around the red ball gag in my mouth but that didn’t keep me from begging for permission to cum. Even if he couldn’t understand the words, I knew he understood the desperation.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, Daddy! What have you let me do? Remember a few weeks ago when I was curious about that brown drink you had? The one in the short glass with the ice cubes? You told me it was for adults and it helped them feel good, remember?
And then after you told me about it, you even took me behind the wet bar in the basement and showed me how to make it exactly how you like it. Two fingers poured over two ice cubes. You showed me, exactly how. Then every day after you taught me, I made sure you had a drink ready for you as soon as you came home from work.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I like to grocery shop cus, hello, I like to eat. Most often, I go alone. It’s a bit of a calming practice really. I wonder the store looking at all the tasty things. Thinking up strange and new food combinations to cook later but this morning Daddy insisted that he accompany me to the grocery store.
I was a little pouty. It is my calm place, bring him along would just make the trip hectic or chaotic. Probably both, however, as soon as he saw my pout face, he told me to come over to him. I stood at his knees and he pulled my silver anal plug from his pocket. Daddy pushed it in my mouth and instructed me to get it wet enough to last the entire trip.
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