#papaleb

Caleb age 55, MC age 25

MC makes one of those videos saying sometimes it's awkward going out with her dad because some people think they're dating but she doesn't care (because they totally are but of course she doesn't say that).

MC is Caleb's spoiled (brat) babygirl who has him wrapped around her finger. However, he's always at the ready to (re)teach her some discipline when it's called for.

She makes thirst edits of him to post on social media and gets the "can your mom fight" comments, to which she replies "I don't have a mom so you'll have to fight me instead😘"

After some time she suggests he wear a ring because while internet randoms are one thing, IRL people falling over for him is another. He asks her to pick one out for him so they go to a jewelry store and little does she know that he's going to pick a matching one to give to her.

Caleb: "I see those vultures starting to circle around you too, now. It's time to frighten them off." MC: "We both know a ring won't keep some of them from trying." Caleb: "Then I'll have to personally let them know . . . No one touches my babygirl."

Caleb doing MC's intricate braids, her soft hair gliding smoothly over his slightly wrinkled fingers. Age does show on him, meanwhile she is just starting to come into her full beauty. But she loves only him. Totally adores him. Her vibrant eyes keep his from getting dark.

However, there have been times in the past (that MC is currently unaware of) where he'd noticed someone getting too close to his precious babygirl and had taken care of them in a permanent manner.

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MC settling herself on Caleb's lap, prodding him to do her hair before they go out. She's just spritzed some of her spring perfume around her chest and that fresh scent mingled with her own natural light one makes Caleb breathe in deep. He takes her hair between his fingers and gets to work, albeit languidly. After finishing one twist he lifts it up to kiss her shoulder. Lightly, playfully, not lingering. He knows she'll be upset if they miss their reservation which they've been waiting for for a couple of weeks now.

After he pulls back and continues he can't help but eye the black dress she's wearing, halter-style that's practically backless. A neat bow is tied and centered on the back of her neck, the silken ends just hovering over her skin. He can easily make out her muscle tone and her impeccable posture simply completes the picture. She's absolutely perfect. But of course she is. She's his babygirl after all.

She starts to squirm a little.

"If you want me to do your hair you have to stay still, sweetheart."

She doesn't respond with words but with more movement and a barely audible sound of satisfaction.

He gives her hair a soft tug and watches her spine curve as her hips move. He releases her partly-done hair to take hold of her waist, thumbs pressing into the small of her back. "I know what you're doing," he says into her ear with a tone of voice that sends goosebumps down her arms. "You can feel me, can't you. This is what you want . . . to toy with me." His grip upon her waist tightens and he presses her down, making sure she can feel how hard he is. "But you're forgetting something, pipsqueak . . ."

Like it's fun to think about MC passing Caleb off as like a sugar daddy/just a much older boyfriend when she needs to, but I don't know if I'd want to put them through pretending something like "my daughter got pregnant by some douche who up and left."

He's licking his fingers like he just had them shoved up his babygirl's pussy. Just thinking that she bit his hand and he was like, "Oh, is this a new way to tell me what you want? Okay then . . ."

He is knuckles deep and she starts sucking on his neck. "Am I your best girl?" she breathes into his ear, shuddering as she anticipates what he will reply with.