“Alright babygirl, lift up your hair.”
babygirl looked up and into Daddy’s eyes. “Sir?” she questioned, knowing Daddy loved to play with her hair and comment on how it looked each day. She was mildly worried about what he’d be doing to her hair, especially after already stretching her limits.
“Lift up your hair. I won’t repeat myself.”
As babygirl raised her arms to grab her long hair, chains shifted. Her nipples had been clamped not minutes before to an X-chain on her pussy lips. Still watching Daddy, she noted that his eyes drifted momentarily from hers down to her tits.
Her hair up and grasped in her hand like a ponytail, Daddy reached behind him and grabbed a ring-gag. He placed it in babygirl’s mouth and tightly secured it. As babygirl released her hair, Daddy grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to look at him. “Kiss me,” he demanded.
babygirl stood and reached her arms up to wrap around his neck but Daddy was too fast. He slapped her hands away. “Use nothing but your mouth and tongue. By the time you come up for air, I want to be hard.” Daddy’s voice had taken on it’s Dom-husk and babygirl grooled, her pussy already leaking in anticipation.