How the Tudor Black Bay Became a Classic: A Comprehensive History
Our story begins nearly a century ago when Hans Wilsdorf, the visionary behind Rolex, founded Tudor as an affordable alternative to his prestigious brand. It’s hard to believe that what started as a modest project would evolve into a major player in the watchmaking world.
Tudor’s initial offerings included elegant timepieces that borrowed design elements from their big sibling, Rolex. These first models, such as the Oyster and Oyster Prince, showcased the brand’s commitment to precision and durability. It wasn’t long before Tudor started creating its unique designs, which would later become hallmarks of the brand…
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“That’s my girl.” A figure of speech, a gesture of support.
“Thanks, dad~” A slip of the tongue, an innocent mistake.
Embarrassed by your faux pas, we laugh it off. It’s a running joke, now. It runs away with us. “Go get 'em, kiddo.” “I will, dad!” Neither of us are kidding. It feels too natural. I use my wisdom to help and care for you. You use your energy to inspire and charge me. It feels icky. Icky doesn’t feel bad.
You’re too nervous to take the next step. I take the lead: “Let dad take care of that.” “Here’s a cute gift for you.” “You can sit on my lap, it’s fine.” Your role is enthusiastic follower: “Thanks, dad!” “Dad, can we…?” “Daddy, I want…”
“Bedtime, kiddo. You had a big day.” You oblige. I follow you to your bedroom. You sit on your bed. I take the lead again.
A deep kiss, and a firm hand on your thigh. I can feel you push away from me. Such a big age gap, what will people think? I can feel you grind your pussy into my hand. We need this.
I grope your young body, so soft and pliant. Girls my age aren’t like that. I lick your sweet, bare pussy. Boys your age don’t do that.
A finger in your princess parts, then two. More kissing, with the tongue that calls me dad. We drop the act of being friends making a silly joke. We’re honest for once.
“…Daddy’s little girl...”
“…I wanna be a good kid…”
My thick cock pushes into your needy pussy. I can control myself, for now. You’re soaking wet, but still need to be stretched out. I’m experienced, I know when to be gentle. I know when to be rough, too. I slowly fuck you while I wait for my cue.
“I can take it, daddy~”
Now. I drive my cock deep inside of you and growl as I enjoy my little girl. Your inexperienced body doesn’t know restraint. Rubbing your clit as I fuck you into the mattress, your young pussy gets even tighter when you cum.
“Icky little girl, cumming on her dad’s cock.”
All you can do is beg and nod. I feel your nails bite my back and your breath touch my ear. We’ve waited to long for this, we enjoy every moment. Fucking my beautiful little girl, I cum deep in you.
Your head against my chest; listening to my beating heart. What will people say when they see us together? Who cares. I run my fingers through your hair, your hand rubs my cheek.
“That’s my girl.”
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