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My phone pings with a text message from Daddy. ‘Check the closet in the bedroom,’ it reads, ‘Third shelf on the right behind the clothes.’Excitement surges through me as I eagerly obey and open the closet. Behind a pile of my clothes, I discover a medium-sized pink box decorated with black hearts and wrapped in satin ribbon.The card tucked beneath the ribbon says, “I hope you have a pleasurable Valentine’s Day, my sweet baby girl! I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but at least this part of me can be. With love, Daddy.”It had been a year since he first told me he loved me, and yet here we are, separated by miles and obligations, on Valentine’s Day, when we should have been together. Yet, knowing that he still thinks about me and considers me his special girl warms my heart.My heart flutters with joy and excitement as I open the box. A silicone dildo that looks exactly like Daddy’s erect penis is inside the box, as well as a card that reads, “Have fun with my cock and send me a video.”It’s a replica of his penis, and the details are incredibly accurate, from the ridges and veins to the circumcised head. I can’t believe he went to such lengths to create something so unique and special for me — a gift that will undoubtedly please me for years to come. All he wants in exchange is a video of me using it. Even though I’m embarrassed by his request and reluctant to make and sınırsız gaziantep escort send such an intimate video, I know how much it would mean to him, so I set my reservations aside.To ensure that I have a good angle to record the entire session for my Daddy, I stack the pillows, place my phone on top, and support it with the old teddy bear that he also gave me. I take a deep breath as I position myself in front of the camera. My hands are shaking, but I’m determined to get this right. With one hand, I press the record video button.As I look directly into the camera, my heart is already racing with excitement, and I run my tongue along my lower lip before gently sinking my teeth into it, smiling like a naughty little girl — Daddy’s girl.I open my mouth wide and stick out my wet tongue, licking the toy’s head in a slow, circular motion. My gaze is fixed on the camera as I explore every detail of the one-of-a-kind toy, every contour familiar because it’s a replica of Daddy’s cock. As I lick up and down the shaft, I swish my tongue around the surface of the toy, savoring the texture on my tongue, before wrapping my lips around the glans and gently sucking it into my mouth.As the warm wetness of my mouth encases the toy, I let out a low, sexy laugh and begin to bob my head up and down, allowing the dildo’s gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan length to slip deeper. My mouth glides up and down as I quicken my pace and take it even further, allowing the toy to slide out before quickly slurping it back in even deeper.Showing off my skills, I allow the camera to catch every detail of my seductive performance. I purposefully let saliva drip from my mouth down the length of the toy as I play with it, feeling the gush of pleasure that radiates through my body as I moan in satisfaction, knowing that my Daddy will be proud of me. When I close my eyes and imagine his hard, throbbing cock in my mouth rather than the cold, silicone dildo, I feel my arousal and desire intensify.Each time I lower my head, I allow the toy to move deeper into my mouth until it reaches the back of my throat and causes me to gag. The feeling is uncomfortable and overwhelming, but I gain control over my gag reflex with each attempt. Gradually, I take the toy further and further back until it is at its full length, and I keep it there for a few seconds before my gag reflex takes over again.My mouth pops as I release the toy, and my eagerness to keep playing with it is obvious. I let out a little squeal as I put down the toy, letting Daddy know how much I enjoyed playing with it. gaziantep sınırsız escort I end the recording, hit Send, and then wait anxiously for his response.His reply pings on my phone shortly. It’s a photo of his crotch, with a large bulge visible straining at the fabric of his pants, and it’s followed by a text message that says, ‘I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am. After dinner, I’ll watch the video again and pay close attention to your moans.’He probably watched it on mute, since he’s still at that Valentine’s Day charity dinner with his wife. It’s what we agreed to, and while he may be with her physically, I’m inside his head and heart. His marriage had deteriorated long before I came along, and although I know I shouldn’t feel guilty for being in love, it’s hard not to think about how my involvement contributed to his infidelity.On the day we met, I felt like fate had chosen for me to be there. I was working as a server at an awards ceremony where celebrities, tycoons and other eminent dignitaries flocked together. He was present too, humbly accepting his award for being the most successful entrepreneur in his branch of the profession that year.He couldn’t help but stare at the way my honey-colored hair curled down over my shoulders like ribbons of silk. His gaze lingered on my deep blue eyes, which glistened like pools of icy water before he lowered them to my voluptuous body. The curves of my hips and breasts made it nearly impossible for him to maintain his composure around me, and an ass as plump and juicy as a Florida peach made it even more difficult for him to resist. He kept looking over at me while I was serving drinks, and by the end of the evening, he had slipped me his business card. Not long after that, we went on our first date and here we are!
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