Daddy: What’s the matter pumpkin?
Me: *squirming and wiggling, making soft needy noises*
Daddy: What does my little girl want?
Me: Mmmmmm Daddddyyyyyyy… I….Mmmm….
Daddy: Do you need to be my little slut? It’s okay, baby. I know you can’t help it.
Me: *whimpers and moans as I fall further into a cock drunk haze*
Any kind of pillow talk sounds a little silly when you write it down. But it never seems silly when we say things like this, does it, picklejuice?
