Papi...

{Drippy drip. Daddy's words always make the Baby quiver.}

I am Baby. I am sex magick. I'm the doll you can stick your pins in and pull apart at the seams.

I feel Daddy near and it makes me want to rub on something.

Daddy says the sweetest things. Can baby have Daddy time?

“Alright worms, you know the drill. Let’s see if you’re worthy of my attention, and please try not to waste my time.” ❤️+🔁+📸=Rating

((Evie is a mix of suggestible and innocent while also completely uninhibited.))

Tastes like candy.

In another universe Evie might have been a pretty black cat but in this universe Daddy opted for a masochistic tattooed fuck doll when summoning their familiar.

She's feeling very confused. Is... Is she Christian? Evie racks her brain trying to remember a time she might have been one or been converted. All she can think of is the time Daddy held her head down in the pool to go down on her.

Eyes wide then they squint. You can practically see the dots in front of her face trying to be connected. She is pretty like Daddy was. That's true.

Evie really IS pretty. If she wasn't she probably wouldn't get all those tips when she's on cam. "Daddy made me this way."

The praise, shameless as it was, set her little fuckdoll heart aflutter. The tiny little thing was looking up half in awe and half mewling. "Yes! Baby is all those things."

Evie keeps seeing this figure every time she goes frolicking in the woods to play with pentagrams and stone circles. She's starting to think her new stash was extra spicy and laced with more than the usual because her imagination isn't usually this deep.

Pouting because she was sitting around playing with herself (as one does) and thought about all the wild Halloween sex parties Daddy used to throw.

When alone, rub and moan.