Thick froth is smeared

on the upper lip of kittens pout, 

With Daddy looking down upon her.

Her posture is too perfect

Slender back with arches

of hips to knead and grind.

Her hair is tousled.

his grasp,

on her cheek is heartwarming

Warm now,

Two minutes ago

Daddy slapped her... hard.

His cock slowly rippling 

as his eyes comforted her smile.

Soft whispers and whimpers 

Heavy sounding like bass drum...

Waves of tears flow out of her flower

And trickle on the carpet.

Intense glaring is its only culprit.

His eyes,

His smoky brows...

Oceans play in the waters of his love.

Slow, sweet emotion. 

Rising, silhouette motioning to have her buck 

Into him.

So, she can softly grind her thighs against his ANYTHING.

His caving of vulnerability is possessing

Only her eyes, 

See his surrendering.

Soft, almost hidden...

For a moment... He cradles...

Babygirls can be big too... When they need to be.

Love, speaking through the oxygen of his breath, 

Her, exhaling... His quiet... His stillness.

It, feeds her everything.

And it is so beautiful.