Discovering the Extraordinary Life and Adventures of daddy tied up

daddy tied up begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so daddy tied up becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In daddy tied up, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in daddy tied up, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that daddy tied up worked better than any sleeping pill.