Every time Big Daddy King calls me, my pussy drips at the sound of his voice saying, “Hello Cassandra.” He owns me mind, body and spirit. I was out of town for the holidays and missed my sugar daddy so much. But, I have all our hot times together to remember. When I start thinking of BDK and the anaconda, I slip my hands into my diamond encrusted thong with his initials on it that he had made especially for me. I start rubbing my pussy thinking about how huge his cock is and how it makes me squeal with delight every time I see it. No man has ever made me cum harder than Big Daddy King. No man will make me cum as hard as he does either. Impossible. BDK spoils me so much. Not just with his monster anaconda either. He spoils me with his time and money too. He takes me on shopping trips. He pampers me with spa days. He rolls out the red carpet treatment every time we go out to eat or to a club. Seriously, I feel like a queen when I am with the King. My friends are so jealous that I have the affections of such a powerful, handsome and hung man. He is a celebrity. He is a king. He is THE KING. The king of my world. The king of my pussy. I have done nothing but masturbate thinking of our hot times together. Our last time together, he spared no expense. He never does for his favorite bimbos. I got lavished with more jewels and fine champagne, but the best part of any date with Big Daddy King is playing with the anaconda. No other cock can compare. There is black cock then there is Big Daddy King cock. I was bent over a railing of a balcony overlooking an amazing view when the biggest, bestest cock entered me from behind. I let out a squeal of delight that could be heard in the next county. I cum the moment The King enters his bimbo queen’s pussy. His nut sauce is my addiction. I can’t get enough of my Big Daddy King and the anaconda.
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