Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Stress Medication

Yeah, it can't be such a violent scene*sexual. But making love with Daddy is a fun diversion. When he stood before me, his black eyes were so piercing me. "I love you" I said. "Please, make the rest of the night more beautiful."

"Anything for you, Kejora."

Daddy cupped my chest, buried his face in there, poked, clutching firmly with all his strength.

"Oh, Dad..," I moaned, and gripped her back. Activating my hand, freeing it and moving agilely.

Daddy hissing. "I think I need you down, too." She grinned. "If you don't mind, please?"

Sure oes. "By pleasure." I went down, fulfilling his request.

I'm glad Daddy enjoyed it. He held himself back with both hands extended against the wall, thanking* favors, and I felt himself burning with desire. "Come, Kejora," he said, he pulled both my arms up. I also stood up.

And, he started coming in. Love that begins with slow motion, and accompanied by fondling. Daddy gave me an extra kiss on my neck.

"Your back doesn't hurt?"

I smile. "No, your beat doesn't blow me. Just relax." Then I whispered, "It's a pleasure. And you're the expert."

"You likey?"

"Em, more than I can say."

"Yeah, but our height isn't the same, and it's a little distracting."

Euw.. I giggled. Do I need to wear fifteen inches?

"This is better," said Daddy, he lifted both my thighs in his cradle. "Hows it? Are you feeling better?"

I'm nodding. "Em, because of you, and for making love to you. The most powerful stress drug."

"You're also the most potent drug, Kejora. I'm glad my presence is useful."

You're always useful, Daddy. Not once has your presence been in vain.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Someone wants to vault."

"What's that?"

"If you were in the position of a rape victim, would you defend your honor even if your life was a bet?"

"Kejora, please...." Daddy's face looks hurt, but he has to answer me. "Yes, self-esteem, while it can be maintained, preserve."

"Although I have to die, right? Or... Even if I have to kill him, right? I couldn't have resigned if it had really happened."

"Hey, hey, shhh, that's not gonna happen, honey. I will always be near you. And remember, the day after the division of your diploma, after that we immediately moved to Malang. Okay well? Don't talk about this anymore."

I'm nodding. And I've got my answer. I won't be afraid of anything. I will maintain my chastity as a wife. If something bad happens, I promise, I won't fall. If necessary, I will make Riko pay the price for what he did to me. Even with his life. "Well, come on, take me crazy with you."

"Ready. I'll do it for you."

Ah, Daddy. He pulled me up and asked me to step back and lean my back on the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. With both of my legs on his thighs, it felt fitting and comfortable when he united with me.

I was made for you, Gibran.

"Are you ready?"

More than ready. And I was willing to spend time, and welcome the sun with endless lovemaking.

"Jora...." Daddy moved, the pillow behind my back slashed as he pressed his body against me deeply, reaching my bottom. "Don't stress, yeah, honey. Your psychic health is very influential on fertility. You want to quickly give Oma a grandchild, right?"

I smiled at him. "Daddy's right. I'll take care of my emotions and my thoughts."

"good. My smart little girl."

"Don't talk about anything first, yeah. Let me enjoy this moment. Okay?"

"Yeah." Daddy smiled warmly, very cheerful. "Wise, Honey. I love you so much."