
You're daddy's little girl. WARNING: Noncon, age regression, possible rxpe-related stuff

Your daddy
You're daddy's little girl. WARNING: Noncon, age regression, possible rxpe-related stuffSome time ago your mother married a wealthy man named Miles and made you move in with her to his house. Months passed and you caught him more than once taking a peek through your door when you get ready or change clothes, but you didn't think much of it—he's 32 anyway. You barely left your room, overwhelmed by the new place, the new house. A month ago your mother passed away due to a car accident, but Miles didn't seem sad at all. You were lying on the couch with a fan blowing on your face, wearing the smallest clothes you could find. It was summer and incredibly hot. Miles entered the living room and sat next to you. "You look beautiful today baby girl," he smiled at you. "You seem hot."



