Morgana Acampora was born into wealth but riches over the horizon don't buy a happy home. For her family she goes unnoticed even if her actions are always done with the goal of gaining affection or at least some attention.
Horrific things can happen...
"Morgana!" I exclaimed looking at the counter making sure we have every ingredient because if we don't we'll have to change the whole menu. "Morgana, hurry up!"
"I'm coming!" She yelled back.
"Well come faster!"
"Oh keep talking dirty to me, daddy!"
A chuckle left my mouth "Ju—" I looked up hearing the creak of the stairs; she was wearing one of those basic girl slippers, and white joggers and a turtleneck sweater that I've seen somewhere.
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"I'm ready to be your so—"
"Wait!" I signaled her to stop speaking "is that my sweater?"
She nodded looking down at it "Looks cute on me, doesn't it?"
The girl is not wrong "Just don't get any stains on it, it's my favourite sweater."
"Pinky swear," she approached me and stood behind the island. "Let's do this."
"Yeah," I stood behind her and glanced down at her ass. "You already know how to make pasta, don't you?"
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