Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Hot Daddy

But I didn't have time to think of anything. Because of Daddy, that afternoon I was very tired, and inevitably I had to spend the rest of my life with a good sleep. Yeah, because of the passion he said he never quenched, as usual early in the morning he's been pouncing on me.

Well, it has become his routine schedule. But, by the time I asked her to clean the main room in the morning by noon, it had just cleared everything -- and I breathed a sigh of relief, you know, Daddy had grabbed me again, just when the bright red sheets in the white-flat room had just been installed, in an instant he was forced to get back tangled because of the super-super perverted Gibran Aditama. I screamed in shock as he stabbed me in the back and we fell on the bed. I was already under his confinement, face down and squeezed under his burly body.

"I've been holding myself back since then" he said, as usual: he spoke softly in my ear with both muscular arms holding my body.

Oh my God, I shook my head. "Not yet, Daddy. Sticky, sweaty smell anyway."

I'm goosebumps. He put his lips on the back of my neck. "You know, your sweat just makes you look more sexy. Makes me so passionate."

Hmm...The combination of me, bras, hot pants, and sweat: make it passionate? Waw! The amazing!

"But it's still noon."

Oh, my bra hooks are loose. "But passion comes with no time, dear."

"Yes, I-I"

"I.need...you. Knows!

"Daddy...."

He twisted my body. "Pronounce your refusal once more, I promise I'll let you go."

How could? The command line was a "alarm warning" that he would be very disappointed if I refused.

"All right, all right," I said. I clutched the neck of his shirt - to convince him that I was sincerely serving him. "Don't take responsibility, yeah. Take your supplements."

She grinned. "When you went to the toilet."

Oh, my God. I pat my eel out of astonishment. Fortunately, I did not insist on refusing it. "Daddy has this planned? Hmm?"

There was no excuse, there was just a wacky smile and she opened her shirt, then came down, she made herself - and I - plain with nothing.

"Oh My God, Daddy! Uh, Oh, my goodness! Mm...!"

Holding both of my thighs bent, he buried his lips there. The amazing! He never sipped me this strong. I think the supplement drove him crazy. He was completely burned by desire.

"Help!"

He reached out, I reflexively greeted him and he pulled me to a seat.

"Please?"

Okay, smile, Kejora....

I followed, I filled his wish. In fact, it felt like I wanted to bite him so anxious because he did not know the time.

And, o-ouw. how much he enjoys my touch, to the point that he is unable to hold back his. Anxious, I answered him with *he sucked as hard as he did to me earlier.

Haha! Daddy can't stand it. His head looked up and his hands clutched my hair firmly.

"Ssssh...thanks, Kejora. You're the best."

"Have you?"

"Em, I'm going in."

Daddy knelt down, fondled my chest and slowly laid me on the edge of the bed. All I remember is that one leg was on the floor, and the other was bent and propped up on the bed. While my legs, one crossed under his thighs, swayed at the edge of the bed, and the other was comfortable on his thighs. With my face set in the curve of my neck, Daddy was slow-moving, but pressing deeply. Trembling I felt his full-feeling pressure. He did not want to release his extra energy. However, as a result, my neck became red and decorated with traces of his savagery that left cupping.

"I love you. I am so happy to be in this room with you. I love you, Kejora."

I'm. No. gabe. Knows. What does Daddy mean? She meant to be grateful that we ended up making love here or meant "there was no need for a special moment to start our romance in this room, right?

I don't know. But I couldn't say anything until Daddy broke away from me and then he stood up. "Down, please?"

I looked up, looking at him confused. "Down? Making love on the floor?"

"Cupped here, on the edge," he said, crouching on the floor.

I said, lying face down on the edge of the bed with my knees propped up on the floor, and by hugging a pillow that comforts my chest. Then...

Uh, he's back in, and Daddy's starting to get his extra power out. "Oh my God, Daddy...!"

"Take it off, Kejora. This room is soundproof. Please..*groan as you like."

Uuuuuh.. terrible! This is a room specifically designed for newlyweds. I went crazy with Daddy.

"Would you try another style, honey?"

Eh?

Haha! It's appropriate that he secretly took supplements, wanted to try various variations of the style of lovemaking apparently. Basic Hot Daddy.

Uhh!