My Daddys Perfect Ballerina

When I was younger, I was a ballet dancer. I remember one time during a dance recital, as I was changing into my costume, my daddy came back to wish me luck. I only had my pink panty hose on, but he hugged me anyway. He held me in his arms, with my tiny breasts pressed against his shirt. I saw some of the mommies looking over at us, but my daddy didn’t seem to notice.

He told me that I had the perfect little body to be a ballerina and that he loved to watch me dance. He asked if I would dance for him when I got home from the recital and I promised him I would. He ran his large hand down between my legs and felt my pussy quiver from his touch. I felt like the most beautiful ballerina at that moment. I was my daddy’s special talented little girl.

I danced well that day, and as promised, when I got home, I danced for my daddy. I didn’t wear my costume, just my hose, and he watched my perfect ballerina body with such love and admiration. After my dance, I crawled in bed and cuddled up next to him. He told me it was time for my prize for being the best dancer, and he pulled me on top of his naked body and slid his giant cock slowly inside my body. I loved being my daddy’s pretty little ballerina.

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