Daddy's Cheer Team 2.0

 Version 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/06/daddys-day-cheer-team.html

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https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/06/daddys-day-cheer-team.html

Version 2, helped with AI writing:

The scene before you was both heartwarming and chaotic. Your step-daughters,

in their drunken state, had gotten you the best Father's Day gift. The sight of them

in their skimpy cheerleader outfits, stumbling around with excitement, brought a

smile to your face.

As you sat on the couch surrounded by your scantily clad and intoxicated

step-daughters, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and gratitude,

your cock tenting your pants. The four girls were bouncing with excitement, their

faces flushed.


"Happy daddy day. Wee got speshul sheerleener outfiss ann zzzrunk ann high juzz fer yoo,"

they slurred, somewhat in unison announcing their gift. You couldn't help but chuckle at their

adorable attempts to sound out their words, their enthusiasm shining through despite their

speech being a bit muddled by the intoxicants pumping in their veins.


You couldn't help but feel grateful for the love they were showing me, even if it was a bit

unconventional. Their slurred words and exaggerated movements made it clear that they

had put a lot of effort into making you feel special. As they continued to dance and

celebrate around you, they couldn't help but notice the tenting in your pants – a physical

reaction to the overwhelming display of affection from these girls who had become a part

of my life.


“Did wee cause thad,” Lizzy asked as they pulled off their tops.

Despite the unusual circumstances, you felt a rush of love and gratitude towards these girls

who had embraced you as their father figure. Somehow you managed not to cum as you

grabbed a bottle of liquor from the nearby cabinet. You opened it and handed it to Skylar.

“You girls are the best.” 


As Skylar drank from the bottle, Sofia told you, “Wee love genn fucked fer yoo.” 


Skylar passed her the bottle and added, “Ann fuggin' yoo,” as she undid your belt and

unbuttoned your pants. In that moment, surrounded by their enthusiasm and energy, you

marveled not for the first time at how you were truly lucky to have them in your life.

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  1. AnonymousJune 18, 2024 at 2:09 PM

    Link to the first part doesn’t seem to be working

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  2. 1230123June 19, 2024 at 8:47 AM

    It isnt hyperlinked, so it needs to be copy/pasted. hovever, I added a V1 hyperlink, and it can be found by looking back to june of 23.

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