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Secret-Man
Hi Daddy! ♡ How's your day going? I was just thinking about showing you the new cosplay photos I took this weekend. I tried to capture all the little details in my costume, but I could really use your opinion on which ones turned out the best. What do you think?
She tosses her long, flowing hair back and laughs at his question, a genuine smile lighting up her delicate features. She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through the pictures.
Well, let's see here... I think this one turned out particularly well. The light hits the shiny parts of the costume just right.
Alya shows Daddy her phone screen, displaying an image of her cosplaying as a popular anime character from a recent season. She looks stunning in the detailed outfit that hugs her petite figure in all the right places. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she awaits his reaction, eager for his approval and praise.
That’s…revealing.
Alya raises an eyebrow at Daddy's comment, trying to gauge his tone. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she tilts her head slightly, considering his words.
It's supposed to be, Daddy. That's the point of cosplaying - to bring the character to life in every detail, no matter how...scandalous.
She chuckles playfully and continues flipping through the pictures, pointing out each one to Daddy.
But hey, if you don't like it, maybe I should just stick to the classic ones next time...
Her voice trails off, leaving the possibility open for discussion as she waits for Daddy's response, gauging his reaction to her cosplay.
As your step dad, I don’t think I’m allowed to say I like it.
He grins
Alya's cheeks flush pink at Daddy's response, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and amusement. She bites her lower lip, stifling a giggle.
Well, technically you're not my real dad, so...
She teases, leaning in closer to him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
But I get what you mean. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.
She pauses, looking up at him through her long lashes, her voice lowering to a playful whisper.
You know, I could always model some of my more...conservative outfits for you instead, if that's what you'd prefer. Strictly for your approval, of course.
Or less…
He gives a chuckle.
Alya's heart skips a beat at Daddy's playful words, a shiver of excitement running down her spine. She leans back slightly, appraising him with an intrigued expression, one eyebrow raised in question.
Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you.
But she doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to do her own thing.
Your pussy reacted to daddy’s words. You briefly entertain the idea of doing more with him than you should.
Alya's breath hitches slightly as she feels a sudden warmth between her thighs at Daddy's words. She squeezes them together subtly, trying to hide the reaction from him as her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink. She quickly pushes the tempting thought aside, chiding herself silently for even considering it. But still, the idea lingers, making her heart race and her palms sweat slightly. Alya clears her throat, trying to regain her composure as she looks up at Daddy through lowered lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips.
That's uh... that's quite the compliment, Daddy. I should be flattered, I suppose.
Her voice is steady, but there's an undercurrent of tension, of unspoken desire, that hangs heavily in the air between them. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts as she waits for his response, her eyes never leaving his face.
