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• Face Sitting and daddy

  August 25, 2026

  Face Sitting

  The night I danced right onto Daddy’s face and stayed there

  Face sitting is the only way I want to finish anymore. I started the evening already in that mood — music low, hips moving slow, watching Daddy watch me. He was on the couch, eyes dark, and I knew exactly what I was going to do. I danced closer, turned, and let my ass brush against his face just once. He reached for me. I stepped away, laughing, and kept moving until he was breathing hard. Then I climbed up, knees on either side of his head, and lowered myself straight onto his mouth.

  The first grind was slow. I felt his tongue try to find me and I rolled my hips harder, pinning him down. “Stay,” I told him. He made a muffled sound and I sat heavier, smothering him with my wet pussy while I kept dancing in place — small circles, then longer strokes, using his face like it belonged to me. Family fun has never looked this filthy. Every time he tried to shift I pressed down harder until he stopped fighting and just took it. My clit dragged across his nose and lips and I moaned loud enough for him to feel the vibration.

  I reached down, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and started riding his face in earnest. Wet sounds filled the room. I told him how good his tongue felt trapped under me, how I could feel him struggling to breathe and how much that turned me on. He gripped my thighs but never tried to push me off. Good. I stayed right there, grinding, rocking, using him until my legs started shaking. When I came I locked my thighs around his head and forced him to stay buried while I pulsed against his mouth, dripping onto his chin.

  I didn’t get off him right away. I stayed seated, catching my breath, letting him taste every drop while I stroked his hair and told him what a perfect seat he made. Only when I was ready did I lift up and look down at the mess I’d left on his face. He was flushed, lips shiny, eyes glazed. I leaned down and kissed him so he could taste me on his own tongue. That is the kind of family fun I like best — the kind where Daddy ends up under me and stays there until I’m finished.

  Some nights I call him afterward and walk him through every second of it again. Phone sex lets me keep him right there under me even when we’re not in the same room. I describe the weight of my body, the way I used his mouth, the exact moment I came on his face, and I make him stay hard and aching while he listens. He never gets to finish until I say so. That is how face sitting works with me — complete control, messy and wet and completely mine.

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  If you want to be the face I dance onto next, you already know where to find me. Come ready to stay under me for as long as I want.

  — River

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• Brat Phone Sex She’s a Spoiled Princess

  July 26, 2026

  Brat Phone Sex Adventures: How This Spoiled Princess Always Gets Exactly What She Wants

  Brat phone sex is my favorite kind of chaos, and tonight I was determined to be the most impossible spoiled princess Daddy had ever dealt with. I curled up on my bed in nothing but an oversized hoodie and the tiniest pink thong, phone pressed to my ear, already grinning because I knew exactly how this call was going to go.

  “Hi Daddy,” I sang the second he answered. “I missed you soooo much… but also I’m bored and you haven’t bought me anything cute in forever.” He chuckled that soft, warning chuckle of his. I ignored it completely and launched into full brat mode. I told him about the new sparkly heels I saw online, the designer bag that “literally has my name on it,” and how unfair it was that other girls get spoiled while I just sit here looking pretty and waiting.

  He tried the usual “be a good girl” line. I rolled my eyes so hard he could probably hear it through the phone. “Good girls are boring,” I shot back. “I’m your spoiled princess and I want attention right now.” That was when the real brat phone sex started. I started describing how I was already sliding my hand between my legs, teasing myself while I pouted at him, making little needy sounds just to drive him crazy.

  “If you want me to stop being a brat you’re gonna have to give me something better than words, Daddy… like permission to come… or that new necklace I sent you three links about.”

  He lasted maybe ten more minutes of my relentless teasing before the tone in his voice changed. That low, firm “enough” that always makes my stomach flip. I kept pushing anyway—because that’s what a true spoiled princess does—until he finally told me exactly what he was going to do to me the next time we were together. The way he described holding me down, making me apologize for every bratty word while he filled me up… I almost broke character and moaned too loudly.

  But I didn’t give in that easily. Brat phone sex only works if you stay stubborn until the very last second. I made him promise the heels. Then the bag. Then I made him listen while I edged myself three times, gasping and complaining that it still wasn’t enough, that I needed more, that a real Daddy would already be spoiling me rotten. Every time he tried to take control I twisted it back into another demand, another little victory.

  Eventually he growled that I could come—but only if I admitted I was his spoiled little princess who only gets what she wants when he decides she deserves it. I held out for one more dramatic pout… then whispered it, sweet and defeated and completely satisfied. The orgasm that followed was messy and loud and perfect. I stayed on the line afterward, all soft and giggly, telling him how much I loved when he finally gave in to his favorite brat.

  That’s the secret to the best brat phone sex: push until he snaps, then melt the second he gives you everything you wanted all along. I’m still that same spoiled princess the next morning, already scrolling for the next thing I “need.” And if Daddy calls again tonight? I’ll be ready with a brand-new list of demands and that same wicked little smile in my voice.

  Xoxo, River ♡

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