The Rainy Weather Would Be Sooooooo Perfect For Cuddles 🥰🥰🥰 Let Me Run My Fingers Through Your

When she's so cute that you want to baby her in public but wreck her within an inch of her life in private 😇

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

Let’s Be Honest

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Let’s be honest, ladies. If you’re on this site, looking at a page like mine, then you’re a slut. No, really more of a whore, actually. You’d have to be to get off on the kind of shit I post. Why don’t you just admit it? You secretly fantasize about being Daddy’s good little girl, or maybe even his naughty little girl, don’t you? You just want to make your Daddy proud, doing whatever it is he asks of you, even if it means admitting what a dirty, disgusting little whore you are.

But that’s exactly what you want. You want to be forced to admit it. You want me to bend you to my will. To force you onto your knees, where good little girls belong. You want to stare up at me with pleading eyes and drool hanging from your lips. You want me to make you beg. Go ahead. Start begging. Beg me to treat you like a little girl. Beg me to let you call me Daddy, and to treat you like a helpless child who just can’t seem to manage or take care of herself.

Show me what a good little girl you can be for me by opening your mouth wide and hanging your tongue out until you’re a drooling mess. I’m serious. Open it right now, while you’re reading this. And keep it open until you finish this post. If you close it before you’re done, I’ll be disappointed in you, and we both know you wouldn’t want that. No, you want to make Daddy proud. You want to be his best little girl, so obedient and respectful, even when it means degrading yourself and making yourself look like a complete and utter fool. Because that’s exactly what you are.

A mindless baby bimbo is all you’ve ever craved being. And you’re well on your way, so long as you listen to Daddy’s instructions. Keep reading my posts. Let them hypnotize you. Over time, you’ll start to see what a good little whore you could become for me, and how it’s truly your life’s purpose. This is what you were made for. In fact, it’s all you’re really cut out for. You just can’t handle the complexities and responsibilities of adult life. That’s why you edge your brain away to these posts, until your “princess parts” are pleading with you to find that sense of release. But you’re not quite ready for it yet, are you, princess? No, Daddy thinks you should edge a bit longer. Push it just a bit further, until you’re a completely brainless little doll for me to play with however I see fit.

Good girls don’t cum. Good girls edge and drool their minds away until there are no thoughts left. Good girls make their Daddy proud, and do as he says. And let’s be honest, you’re all my little babies at this point, aren’t you? We both know how badly you want it. So go ahead and be a good girl for me and tell Daddy that you did as you were told. That you want to be his mindless little slut for the rest of your days. Never free to make her own decisions, but always trusting in Daddy’s judgment. Go ahead. It’s what you were made for.

If you’re under the age of 18, unfollow me right now!!!! You’re not welcome here. I don’t care if you’re 17.5 or if you’re turning 18 this week or tomorrow. This blog is strictly 18+!!!!

This also applies to blogs that don’t have their age listed anywhere on their blogs. No, I don’t care about your excuses for not having your age on your blog. No one is asking for your exact age. It’s not hard to put "in my 20s," etc.

what if i kissed you on your little forehead and called you a cutie pie? what then?

Need to be put in subspace and roughly played with and gentle praise in my ears. God I can't take it anymore I need to submit somehow

btw if u were a stuffed animal i would gently brush ur fur out of ur eyes so that u can see :)

Of course I want to be babied and pampered, but I also want to take care of him in return. To trace my fingers along his back when he’s stressed, cradle his face in my hands, and cover him with soft kisses. To let him rest his head on my lap, my fingers threading through his hair as his breathing evens out in sleep. To welcome him home with warmth, cook for him, and show my love in the ways I can—spoiling him just as much as he spoils me. ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

How about you call me so you can talk me through it this time.. I’ll lose myself in your voice and let you hear the pretty sounds I make getting off to you. Make me groan and whimper in your ear as I cum over and over again all for you

someone hit on me pls