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“Sh, you’re just dreaming, princess,” I heard Daddy’s voice say. I didn’t feel like I was dreaming, but in my half asleep stupor, I didn’t protest. I buried my face into Momo, soft whimpers escaping my lips. I felt the object move harder and faster, Daddy moving my legs to open in my dream. My head spun a little bit, and I tried to reach over and turn on the lamp. Daddy grabbed my writer. “Just... sleep, baby,” Daddy moaned out. It’s not the first time Daddy has said I’m dreaming like this.

“But, D-Daddy... It feels real!” I’m begging now, wanting to see Daddy as he fucks me with his hard cock. “Daddy, I wanna see you a-and taste you!” His grip on my wrists tighten, and in my sleepy daze, I try to pull them away. They don’t move as much as an inch.

“Sleep!” Daddy yells before I feel him stutter in his movements. My princess parts are now all warm, and I’m not sure what’s happened. I yawn a little, head moving to the side as Daddy pets my hair. Maybe if I pretend to sleep...

But Daddy says I’m already asleep. I know I’ll be a little sore in the morning, but I love when I have dreams about Daddy like this, but Daddy is just petting my hair now, almost like he’s planning something.