Chapter 12

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Friday 19:38

Daddy 🤭

Aniyah: *photo attachment*

Aniyah: whatchu think?

Daddy 🤭: you're lucky I ain't there rn

Aniyah: picking up my lingo? I'm flattered

Daddy 🤭: stfu

Daddy 🤭: where u goin?

Aniyah: none of ya business

Daddy 🤭: *photo attachment*

Daddy 🤭: new tat, you like?

He sent her a photo of him shirtless in a mirror, holding his shorts and boxers down to show his higher thigh. His v-line travelling further into his boxers. He has a tattoo of a medium sized anchor, it's coloured with black ink and has a few white highlights.

Aniyah: hot but i'd rather see something else :/

Daddy 🤭: yea?

Aniyah: yh

Aniyah: *photo attachment*

Aniyah: to get you started...

Read 19:40

Daddy 🤭: *photo attachment*

Daddy 🤭: *video attachment*

Daddy 🤭: *video attachment*

Daddy 🤭: happy?

Sent 19:48

Aniyah looks down at her phone, wide eyed and her jaw dropped. She assumed he had just ignored her but no, he did not. His picture was in the mirror, his erection poking his shorts, he's standing at an angle so she can see his size. She can just about see his stubble but the rest of his face is cut off. She takes a breath and clicks the first video, he's recording himself through the mirror, he's still wearing shorts and boxers but he pushes them down to his mid thighs. Various tattoos are covering his thighs, spotted at all different places, a snake wrapped around a sword on his right centre thigh, an all black phoenix on his left side thigh, an all seeing eye on his inner thigh and of course his anchor.

He spreads his precum around his tip and spits on his hand to rub over his dick and tip. He starts at the bottom of his dick and makes his way up, twisting his hand at the top. "Fuck." His head drops, showing in the camera. He goes out of camera for a few seconds, lifts his hand back up and increases his speed. "Aniyah." He moans her name, his head falling back. The video cuts short and Aniyah takes a second to gulp and prepare herself for the next one.

It immediately starts with his heavy pants and chest heaving as he breathes. His moans clear, his uneven breath even clearer. His hand slowly pulls down from his tip. "Oh, shit." He spills over the counter and floor. He continues and more spurts out, rolling down the bottom of the mirror.

Aniyah: ... words cannot explain what I'm feeling rn

Daddy 🤭: I'll take that as a yes

Daddy 🤭: I gtg get changed

Aniyah: 👋🏾

Daddy 🤭: 👋🏼

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