Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Gauze Dream

"Hey, what are you dreaming about?"

My eyelids opened to hear Daddy's voice. He crouched down beside my rocking chair, on the porch of the cottage, his shirt draped over his shoulder. He was bare-chested with muscles adorning his chest, arms, and stomach. A charming smile, skin soaked with sweat and a distinctive male scent. Intoxicating.

"It must be a good dream, seeing the way you smile" he commented. "Is Daddy in it?"

I'm shaking. "Of course not! How could I have dreamed of Daddy."

"O yeah?" Sticking up the body slightly, Daddy leaned forward and placed his lips against mine.

Inevitably, er*ngan slowly because it delights out of my throat. "Daddy.. ukh...!"

"Are you sure you're not dreaming of Daddy?" His lips swept back. "Maybe Daddy's kissing you here...." He smelled the sensitive area behind the ear. "You're here...." Her lips moved up and down my neck, causing a pleasant tremor, then back to my lips. His hand cupped the back of my head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

All my thoughts were gone as soon as he pulled me into his lap. I rolled my arms around her body, held her tight, thirsty and longing. Well, I resigned, and gave up in his arms, rejoicing in Daddy's arms that went down the curve of my beautiful back. Somehow, we were lying on the porch, he was on top of me, prodding and pressing me with passion, with a wild tongue caressing my lips.

I admired how handsome he was, the good looks of his face, and his undoubted manhood. And...

I looked up at him, my breath clenched. "Daddy, what is this? Daddy wants what?"

"Find the way" he whispered. "Finding our route." His hand moved slowly stroking my skin. "Daddy wants to take you." His hands slid down his hips. "Come here, to these mountains." Gently his hands caressed his chest. "Then here, in this damp, wet valley."

He kissed me again, his body clinging intimately above me, then down on me. And... And...

"Oh, ukh...!" His tongue and fingers tickled. Tasting me greedily and straining all the nerves.

Then.. he went back up, buried his face in the curve of my neck and made a strong soap there. I'm*strong. Delights. Delights. Incredibly delicious.

"I love you, Kejora." He smiled and propped himself up with his elbows, then looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. "Want to go down the valley with Daddy?"

I nodded, my breath gasping and a little embarrassed. "I want to."

Gently, he pulled down my hand touching his belt. "Let go" Daddy asked as he gently kissed the top of my nose in a puff.

And. I took it off, opened the hook and lowered the zipper, then lowered the pants. Then I felt it alive, and longed. As for me, I crave it. Very coveted.

"Ready, Honey? We starting?"

I nodded my head in shame. "Em, your Kejora."

"Eummmm... Daddy...."

"Feel me, feel me, Kejora."

"Oh, Daaaaad," I said hard as he entered slowly.

"Feel, Honey. Feel Daddy here. Diving you with love. Can you feel it, honey? Hmm?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sensing. Your warmth. And.. oh, Dad..," my voice was an *unrestrained slow moan. How good it is and I don't want it to end.

As of...

"Daddy...."

"Enjoy, Honey...."

"But I'm peeing, Daddy."

"I know, do it. Let go here."

"But, Daddy...."

"Let go, honey. Let go of it."

"No, Dad."

"Please, please, Kejora. Get off of you, honey."

"Me, me, I can't take it anymore, Daddy. I. eummmmm...."

Geez, really, I can't help it anymore. I can't hold it anymore. I. I'm not strong.

"Ukhs... Dad...!"

Wet it! And...

Argha! fucking dream!