Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Uneasily

"Sori," I said. I pushed him slowly. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we're let go."

He nodded in understanding. "Sori," he said, and he returned to his original position.

"Em, I get it. Then good night." I opened the door and practically ran up the steps of the porch and did not stop until I was safely inside my room with the door locked. I didn't wait for Daddy to get out of the car and open the door for me. I can't be in the car with Daddy much longer.

Once inside, I walked back and forth while undressing. My dress landed on the dresser, next to my shoes darted under the bed, and another landed on the bed. Afterwards, I put on my pajamas, then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean my face.

When I went back to my room, I sat on the side of the bed. Staring at the carpet on the floor, I remembered how much fun it was to dance with Daddy. I rejoice at his closeness and embrace. And. If I had just given it a little longer, maybe...

Ah, no!

"Don't think about it, Kejora. Please!"

While mend*sah, I went to the window to close the curtain. That's when I saw Daddy. He was riding a saddleless horse in the meadow under the window of my room. Bare chest and legs, with the moonlight shining on her, she looks wild, free, and very sexy. His muscles poked up adorning his burly body.

He rode without difficulty and the bridle was held loosely next to his hand, the other hand placed on the thigh.

I was unaware of the time while I was standing there, observing, mesmerized by the speed and strength of the horse and its rider, the unconscious sensuality of the man that vividly described his self-possessed mightiness.

It's torture, I want to run down, climb up to Daddy's back, wrap my hands around his waist, lean my head on his bare back, inhaling the scent of his manly sweat and feeling the warmth of his skin that stuck intimately to my skin.

The heat flowed through my veins while I imagined myself giving in to my heart's hasr*t and running outside. Will Daddy be happy to see me? But.. I know exactly, most likely if we were close together in a situation like this, surely our hasr*t could not be contained anymore.

No, Kejora. You guys have been kissing beautifully. Your interest is huge. But never become cheesy by purposely coming to her. You're a big minus if you do that. Please, you weren't raised to be judged as a j*lang.

Oh, if I had a chain of legs, I would have chained my legs so I could stay in place.

While biting on the lower lip, I stared at the dashing man below. The heat still runs down the neck to the cheeks. Then, I turned around, I closed my window curtain, and I went back to bed. I have to take sleeping pills. Otherwise, I would have been restless all night and my endurance would have weakened. The risk is that I will not only be physically ill, but will also be mentally ill because of my wild imagination of the grown man - to his manhood that excites me so much.

"Remember, yes, Kejora, don't dream anymore." I'm shaking. How much I want you, Gibran Aditama.