Notes

We're in our kitchen, both cleaning up. We were talking about some random things and I said you're a wimp with a smile. You grabbed my hair and pulled me into you saying "What did baby girl call me?" I look up at you, your hand still tangled in my hair, and whisper wimp.
You push me against a wall and pin my wrists above my head with one hand shoved up my shirt into my bra. I struggle against you but you hold me still. "What am I princess?" You whispered in my ear. "Daddy" it accidentally slips out as a low moan, and blush quickly covers my face. "Good girl." You push me down the wall onto my knees, tug off my shirt, and you put your hands back in my hair. I glance up at you before I take out your dick and slowly stroke it.
You pull my head towards your crotch, pushing your tip into my lips. "Open up baby" I obey without hesitation. You push me onto your dick, shoving it into my throat. You notice me start to play with myself as I move back again and lick your tip. You tug on my hair and shove yourself back into my throat. You start to thrust in and out of my mouth. You see me struggling but I keep my mouth wide open for you. "You're daddy's good girl baby" you move faster and faster until you blow your load into my mouth. You pull my head so my face is looking up at you, and you watching me swallow your cum, some dripping down my chin onto my chest. I look up at you with watery eyes and a dazed smile. "Is daddy still a wimp?" I shake my head no and you pick me up and carry me to the bedroom for more fun.