A Valentine Gift
of
Storm Trooper
genre
incest
My dear Denise,
I hope this letter meets you well. I sincerely apologise for not being able to spend this Valentine's day with you, hence the purpose of this letter. This letter contains instructions that would guide you on the path to my Valentine gift, which is receiving the utmost pleasure even in my absence. I want you to enjoy this Valentine with the thoughts of me fucking you senseless, saturating your mind. I can feel your body tense, your heart is beating faster, your pussy is wet and craving my cock. Not so fast, pet. You've been a naughty girl, and you need to be punished. I know that you have been touching yourself to videos of our previous sexcapades. How naughty of you! I haven't been gone for a week, and you couldn't exhibit self-control. I'll teach you how to behave like Daddy's girl.
I want you to lie down on your bed where we had reckless mind-blowing sex before your mother, and I went on vacation. I can see that I've got your rapt attention. I want you to close your eyes and reminisce about our last time together. Think about how desperate your body felt when you felt my weight on you, eyes blindfolded, my tongue teasing your ears, your wrists cuffed to the bed while you were lying spread-eagled with my hands round your neck choking you slightly. My dick plunging violently into your honeypot. I can feel your pussy flooding with juices running down your thighs, and my tongue isn't present to run beside them. I can sense the temptation to take off all your clothes and touch yourself in the worst ways possible. Stay calm, Denise and be an obedient girl for Daddy. With your eyes still closed and the aching need in your belly, I want you to take off your shirt and bra in the sexiest way possible like you were doing a striptease. I was right there with you, gently stroking my cock as I watched. Now, let your fingers trail your chest down to your belly and imagine that it was I caressing your supple skin, aggressively kneading and pinching your breasts. I can hear your lustful groans; your hot body is needy and begging to be touched. Not yet, my darling; I want you to feel the maximum amount of pleasure today. Imagine me walking towards you, flipping you over and furiously spanking you till your ass turns red. Your throat is parched from calling out my name. Sweetheart, take off your damp thong and sniff. Let your fingers run delicately along your thighs and rest on your throbbing clit, and stroke mildly. Insert your fingers into your welcoming pussy and taste yourself for Daddy. Reach for your 8-inch glass dildo and bury it in your hungry cunt, with feverish thrusts. I want you to picture me settling over you, my cock filling your pussy. Let yourself go, Denise, let the waves of intense pleasure surround you as your fingers grasp your bedsheet and your body convulses as you come for Daddy.
That's all for today, you dirty little slut. Clean up your mess and go to bed. Your mother sends her greetings. Stay dripping for Daddy.
I hope this letter meets you well. I sincerely apologise for not being able to spend this Valentine's day with you, hence the purpose of this letter. This letter contains instructions that would guide you on the path to my Valentine gift, which is receiving the utmost pleasure even in my absence. I want you to enjoy this Valentine with the thoughts of me fucking you senseless, saturating your mind. I can feel your body tense, your heart is beating faster, your pussy is wet and craving my cock. Not so fast, pet. You've been a naughty girl, and you need to be punished. I know that you have been touching yourself to videos of our previous sexcapades. How naughty of you! I haven't been gone for a week, and you couldn't exhibit self-control. I'll teach you how to behave like Daddy's girl.
I want you to lie down on your bed where we had reckless mind-blowing sex before your mother, and I went on vacation. I can see that I've got your rapt attention. I want you to close your eyes and reminisce about our last time together. Think about how desperate your body felt when you felt my weight on you, eyes blindfolded, my tongue teasing your ears, your wrists cuffed to the bed while you were lying spread-eagled with my hands round your neck choking you slightly. My dick plunging violently into your honeypot. I can feel your pussy flooding with juices running down your thighs, and my tongue isn't present to run beside them. I can sense the temptation to take off all your clothes and touch yourself in the worst ways possible. Stay calm, Denise and be an obedient girl for Daddy. With your eyes still closed and the aching need in your belly, I want you to take off your shirt and bra in the sexiest way possible like you were doing a striptease. I was right there with you, gently stroking my cock as I watched. Now, let your fingers trail your chest down to your belly and imagine that it was I caressing your supple skin, aggressively kneading and pinching your breasts. I can hear your lustful groans; your hot body is needy and begging to be touched. Not yet, my darling; I want you to feel the maximum amount of pleasure today. Imagine me walking towards you, flipping you over and furiously spanking you till your ass turns red. Your throat is parched from calling out my name. Sweetheart, take off your damp thong and sniff. Let your fingers run delicately along your thighs and rest on your throbbing clit, and stroke mildly. Insert your fingers into your welcoming pussy and taste yourself for Daddy. Reach for your 8-inch glass dildo and bury it in your hungry cunt, with feverish thrusts. I want you to picture me settling over you, my cock filling your pussy. Let yourself go, Denise, let the waves of intense pleasure surround you as your fingers grasp your bedsheet and your body convulses as you come for Daddy.
That's all for today, you dirty little slut. Clean up your mess and go to bed. Your mother sends her greetings. Stay dripping for Daddy.
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