Désolée, Daddy. I didn't mean to spill the Cabernet all over your manuscript. I was having fun trying to tickle you. I know, dirty little sluts need to be punished from behind. But first, you'll have to catch me to rip off my panties. Come and get it, Daddy. Make me taste the grass. I'm not a delicate flower. Oof! It's so thick. That's just the tip? Je suis prêt. That's it, Daddy.
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