It's midnight. My phone's screen illuminates with a notification.
"Can you come over? I want your cock."
I raise an eyebrow at her mischevious nature. We'd spent this morning fucking each other raw, with a thick load filling my babygirl's pussy to be savored throughout the day. I, as well, kept her scent and taste on my cock, under my skin, to be enjoyed later.
Another alert comes through. A video this time. Her fingers push inside her hole, slippery and shiny with wetness, and she brings two fingertips to her mouth.
"I can't taste you anymore, Daddy. 😞"
It's late, and she knows full well I can't come over.
"Little slut, is this how you treat me after filling you so well this morning? Teasing and begging when you know I can't fill you? I'll deal with you properly for this brattiness on our date night."
"😢"
"Tonight you're going to cum for me. In the open in your living room. Sit right there and fuck yourself. Eight orgasms, now."
With everyone else asleep in the house she has no excuse not to, and feels all the more exposed and slutty for it. The open space of the room stirs her risk centers in her brain; there's nowhere to hide if someone were to simply open any of the four doors close by.
And she's all the wetter for it.
Time passes.
"Five, sir. I'm so wet for you."
My headlights are off as I pull up to the curb in front of her home. I approach her front door and gently, quietly use the special pink princess key she's made for me. The tumblers fall with a faint click and I open the door.
I stand in the darkness of her foyer and listen. The slish of her hand rubbing her pussy hard softly rounds the corner of the living room.
I edge closer to the connecting hallway and look at notification that lights up on my phone.
"Please come fuck me, I need you so bad."
I grin and wait a few moments, and text back. "Not tonight, little slut. Your little pussy has gotten you in trouble. If you're lucky, I'll let you cum after I take this misbehavior out of your ass later."
"😢"