Since the first time my daddy made me his girl I didn't even think about whether I was gay or not and I wouldn't have cared either. I could only think about his big hard cock moving deep inside me. Thinking about his strong hands taking me by the hips to move me to his rhythm, the strong slaps on my ass while he fucked me doggy style and how he pulled my hair to penetrate me as deep as I could have never imagined. Or with my legs on his shoulders while he had me deeply nailed like a butterfly while I caressed his strong body and looked into his eyes to show him how much I liked being surrendered to his powerful masculinity.