{"id":253377,"date":"2026-07-13T02:46:20","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:46:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/baby-for-my-best-friends-daddy-annie-snow\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:46:20","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:46:20","slug":"baby-for-my-best-friends-daddy-annie-snow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/baby-for-my-best-friends-daddy-annie-snow\/","title":{"rendered":"Baby For My Best Friends Daddy – Annie Snow"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Aspen deserves a special first time and I wish I\u2019d known so I could have made it more special, but I am too far gone now. I kiss her everywhere my mouth can reach as I fuck her in gentle strokes, her sweet moans urging me on. \u201cI feel it,\u201d she whispers as her legs begin to tremble. \u201cLet go baby, I\u2019m right here with you,\u201d I reply, and her pussy walls tighten around my cock as she climaxes, triggering my own orgasm.<\/p>\n

I groan as she milks me of all I have to give, my head dropping onto the crook of her neck as we both catch our breath. \u201cThat was fun, I wanna do it again,\u201d she giggles. \u201cGod, I\u2019ve unleashed a monster,\u201d I laugh, kissing her, glad that she loved her first time, and it was all thanks to me. 1kitap1.com\/en Aspen The urge to pee is what forces me to wake up from a very beautiful dream.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m lying on my stomach, so I try to turn over onto my back, but there is a weight holding me down. I turn my head and find Roman sleeping peacefully next to me. He is on his side, one of his arms under his pillow, the other thrown possessively over my body. I am surprised to see him still in bed with me, having expected him to sneak out in the middle of the night. A smile graces my lips because the fact that he didn\u2019t leave means something.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to jump the gun, so I dismiss those thoughts for now, and resume my task of getting out of bed. My struggle wakes Roman, and I watch his eyes flutter open. He smiles at me, and I blush hiding my face with my hair.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Did you like this book?<\/p>\n

Then you\u2019ll LOVE Baby for my Daddy\u2019s Best Friend. 1kitap1.com\/en 1 Aspen \u201cWe appreciate you for coming in, Miss. Greene. We will contact you as soon as we make a decision.\u201d Yeah right. They are not going to call me, because if they were, they would not have subtly tried to shred my r\u00e9sum\u00e9 while I was still in the room. They did not have the courtesy to wait until I left. A decision has already been made, concerning me at least, and there is nothing I can do.<\/p>\n

To maintain my last shred of dignity, I smile and nod. \u201cThank you very much for your time.\u201d I get up, shake their hands, and leave the room with my head held high. It takes every ounce of strength I have left not to break down in tears in the middle of the lobby of one of the most exclusive fashion houses in New York.<\/p>\n

When I become famous one day, I don\u2019t want there to be a photograph of me on the internet crying after a failed interview. I leave the building and turn to look at the fifteen-floor building that has crushed my dreams just a little bit more. Whose idea was it to get a fashion degree?<\/p>\n

Oh yeah, it was all mine, fueled by my childhood love for playing dress-up. I should have known that there is a huge difference between dressing up my Barbie dolls and actually working in a real-life fashion house. Barbie and her Malibu Dream house misled me. I hail a cab, ready to go home and wallow in self-pity. That was my third and last interview of the day, and they all amounted to nothing. I look at my portfolio and resist the urge to chuck it out the window, knowing that I will need it for another day.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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