[My Little Daddy Adopted Me] (53)

The family dinner was lively, and Grandma was especially happy. Her children, daughters-in-law, and us adopted granddaughters all
toasted her one by one. Grandma accepted every toast. She really drank heartily, which I greatly admired. Grandma
's commanding presence wasn't just due to her status as an elder, but also because she possessed
a charisma and demeanor that even men might not be able to match, and which was far beyond my reach. Dad also has that kind of charisma and demeanor. When they get serious
, their faces contain unfathomable meanings, leaving us at a loss; their eyes are very
penetrating, as if they are analyzing our hearts. They are authoritative without being angry.
After the family dinner, Third Aunt opened her luggage and took out the gifts. Grandma, and the other two mothers' gifts were several
very luxurious outfits. Grandma was very happy to see them, and jokingly scolded Third Aunt, "Little Sweetie, you're dressing Mommy up
like an old hag!"
The three mothers almost said in unison, "Mommy isn't old at all, she's actually very young."
They gave all of us younger relatives children's clothes. Ya'er, Min'er, and I were no exception. Third Aunt said the clothes
were specially made, large sizes. She said we were all her daughters, so children's clothes were more suitable for us. Small
underwear, flared short skirts—we looked almost like eight or nine-year-old girls in them.
I really liked them. In their eyes, how much less could I be compared to a little girl? I always did wrong things and said wrong
things, getting scolded and punished by them. I wasn't even as well-behaved as a sensible girl. Regardless, they were a gift from Third Aunt,
so we all knelt and kowtowed to thank her. However, Third Aunt told us, "You should thank your father.
You are all his adopted daughters and granddaughters. He likes you dressed like babies, which is why I chose
these clothes for you. Your father is very satisfied."
Hearing Third Aunt's words, we kowtowed to thank our father again. Wasn't everything we did just to make our father happy?
If he liked it, I'd be happy even if he asked me to wear open-crotch pants again.
Thinking this, Third Aunt actually brought out several pairs of open-crotch pants. She said, "These are only suitable for you
big and little babies."
The open-crotch pants my third aunt gave me were definitely custom-made. Where can you find such large open-crotch pants and
tights?
After giving the gifts, my third aunt went home. Grandma didn't hand me back to her. For the next few days, I didn't
see my father. He had been abroad for over a month; there must have been many things at his company that required his attention.
He also needed to make up for lost time with Mom and my second aunt, giving them a good time.
I spent my days serving Grandma. When I went back to my room, I would go online and look at the BDSM websites Ru'er had introduced me to.
I missed my father constantly.
"Dad, have you forgotten Zhu'er?"
"Dad, Zhu'er is old, and can't have a child for you anymore. Zhu'er is so sorry, Dad."
"Dad, no matter what, Zhu'er misses you and loves you."
"Dad, Zhu'er misses you so much, but Zhu'er will think of you silently in her heart, and will be good. Zhu'er
won't dare disturb Dad."
Perhaps there really is a telepathic connection. One night, I lay in bed, preparing to sleep, doing my routine
"business"—my mind wandered, thinking about Dad, about everything from meeting him to being adopted by him, one
thing after another stirring up waves in my heart.
Suddenly, my bedroom door burst open. "Dad, Dad." It was Dad. I immediately jumped out of bed.
My body was completely naked. Since entering the Gao family, I had always slept naked. Here, except for Dad sometimes coming up in the middle
of the night, when I was asleep, to launch a surprise attack, it was very safe. For Dad's convenience in launching attacks,
as his adopted daughter, I didn't need to be on guard.
Before, I was a middle-aged woman in my forties. My usual movements, to put it nicely, were composed; to put it
bluntly, they were slow. Ever since my father adopted me, he and my mother, like little boys and girls, have
always treated me like their daughter. I feel like a little girl even younger than them—or rather, a tiny baby
girl. My movements are much more agile than before.
I jumped up, threw myself at my father, and kissed him passionately. "Daddy, you're here! Pearl missed Daddy so much
!"
"Little girl, what did you miss Daddy about?"
"I wanted Daddy to love me." As I said this, I cried.
"Daddy's here, why are you still crying?"
"I'm crying because I'm happy."
"Come on, little girl, let Daddy love you properly tonight. It's been a long time since I fed you. You must be starving."
"Okay, how should Daddy serve me tonight?"
"The chrysanthemums in September are about to bloom, their fragrance surpassing that of the osmanthus in August."
"Everything about Zhu'er is at Daddy's mercy, you can play with her inside and out as you please." I echoed, "Daddy, Zhu'er's chrysanthemum
is waiting for Daddy to open its bud, it's been waiting for so long."
"Little girl, go and wash yourself first."
"Daddy, these past few days, Zhu'er has been washing herself after dinner, always waiting for Daddy. Come on, Daddy."
"What? You've been preparing every day for Daddy to come and give you a back door since Daddy hasn't come?" "
Zhu'er believes Daddy won't forget Zhu'er. Zhu'er is always ready, as soon as Daddy comes,
you can play with Zhu'er however you want, without making Daddy wait."
"My daughter understands me best," Dad sighed. "Zhu'er, you're still a virgin there,
it'll hurt a lot the first time."
"Zhu'er isn't afraid of pain. As long as Daddy is comfortable, Daddy can do whatever he wants. Daddy, let Zhu'er
have a little stick first. Zhu'er hasn't had one in a long time."
Daddy hummed in agreement. I took off Daddy's clothes, hung his outer clothes in the closet, and put his underwear on the bedside
table. I buried my head in Daddy's lush triangular pubic hair. A very masculine
scent that made my heart race entered my nostrils and permeated my lungs.
"Daddy, Uncle seems to be even bigger."
"It's swollen right now. He can charge through countless battlefields, braving clouds and rain, how can it not swell?"
"Master of lust, Daddy, even this, Daddy has poetic feelings."
After serving him for a while, Daddy's penis was as hard as a steel rod. Daddy pushed me down onto the bed and,
like leaping onto a horse, pressed down on me. The towering behemoth, like a steel whip, trembled and throbbed as it thrust forward with force, its thick...
His hard, large glans was already inside my anus. My father's hands were wantonly kneading my buttocks. His strong fingers
were completely embedded in my tender flesh, squeezing lightly or heavily, savoring the fleshy texture and elasticity of my beautiful buttocks. My full, snow-white
thighs and buttocks were being enjoyed by my father's large hands. My round, smooth buttocks were being gently stroked, slowly kneaded,
forcefully pinched, peeled open, and squeezed inward, rubbing back and forth. I subconsciously and gently parted my jade legs.
"Ah...ah...my asshole is going to split...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah...
I'm going to...ah...I'm going to poop...ah...ah...ah! It hurts so much...no, no! Daddy, pull it out...
pull it out...ah...ah...ahhh...it hurts so much...Pearl's asshole is going to burst...ahhh
...be gentle...ahhhh...ah...please...please...Daddy...ah...ahhh
...ah...ahhh...Pearl's chrysanthemum...my chrysanthemum is...ripped apart by Daddy...oh oh...ahhh...
ah
...I'm fucking you to death...girl...I'm in so much pain...oh oh oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...girl...
I can't take it anymore...oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...girl...my...my asshole...oh oh...ahhh...ah...
ah...ah...oh oh oh...oh oh...I'm fucking you to death...oh...oh oh..."
…So good…so good…so good…oh…fuck me harder…ah…fuck this girl’s little hole until it’s raw
…fuck my little chrysanthemum until it’s raw…”
I don’t know how much time passed, but I felt my father’s penis become very thick and hard, and then the frequency increased. I
felt the heat, and with each thrust of my father, the essence of love shot deep into my chrysanthemum. That feeling was
wonderful, so comfortable!
I finally gave my chrysanthemum, which I had treasured for 40 years and never shown to anyone, to my beloved father. Although
there was a tearing pain, my heart was filled with sweetness.

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