Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Gelora Asmara's

》 Honey, Oma doesn't come home. But you don't need to go to the hospital, yeah. Hopefully tomorrow Oma can really go home.

Hufft. I've cooked grilled ribs for Daddy, for us to have lunch later. But what to say. I keep my cooking in the glass cabinet and I go to the backyard -- to melt away my disappointment. With iron bars covered in vines and other strategic plants, this area is covered and very comfortable.

While taking off my dress, I walked towards the pool and climbed onto the diving board. From up there, I did a backstroke jump, then swam to the edge of the pool. But still it's bad.

"Come on, Kejora. You can cook some more grilled ribs another day. Sincerely, sincerely, sincere."

I dived while swimming in the water and occasionally came to the surface to breathe. I swam a few times. I don't know on the spin how much I was back by the pool and Daddy was there, with one hand outstretched to help me out of the pool.

My eyes practically widen when I see them. "Daddy?"

He smiled super wide as if he knew very well that I was very disappointed which means he managed to prank me, while making me surprised.

"She didn't come home?"

His smile changed into a small laugh. "I'm just a prank" she said, then she combed her hair with her hands.

"So, Oma has also come home?"

He nodded. "Have rested in the room" he said, then he stretched out his hand again. "Come, up."

I was just about to welcome her outstretched hand, but that's when I realized my clothes. The tight tanktop that wrapped my body was indeed a little low-necked, but since my chest was not mont*k, so it didn't matter. However, the subordinates I was wearing were very minimal materials, fifteen centimeters above the knee. Not to mention the space between my superiors and subordinates that will show my navel like girls from the western region. I could get a Jewer Oma if I get caught letting Daddy see my smooth body on purpose.

"Daddy go first. I'll catch up."

"Why?"

"Pretend stupid. I'll be scolded by Oma, you know!"

Gesreknya!

He looked back - and felt safe, then with a single pull he managed to take off his shirt.

Geez, with a big grin he went into the pool. "Daddy.. don't fuck around...."

"There's only one kind" he said.

Glegs!

I tried to avoid it, but in vain. He managed to pull me up and squeeze my body with both arms. "According" whispered. He hugged me tightly from behind. "The more you try to evade, the more I'm curious to have fun with you here."

"Sorry, Daddy. But if it gets caught, Oma, I'll be blamed."

Unconcerned. He blew his breath on the back of my neck. I was shivering, and trembling. A sense of heat began to run through my spine.

I'm caught between the adult man's passion and his mother's anger in case we get caught.

"I'm scared, Daddy." I whine.

"Oma's resting."

"Yes, but--"

"Thank you for burning it."

"Eh?"

"I've tasted it. It tastes so delicious."

"Hmm.. should ask permission before the chip."

"Oh, am I wrong? Alright. Can I have a chip?"

"It's too late."

"But I can, right?"

"Yes, yes, I can."

"Trims."

"Eh?"

He bit my back like a male cat that was being*passion.

"I just had to get permission."

"Not my tasting permission...."

"I've tasted the ribs. And now I want my ribs."

"Eummmm... Daddy...."

*the*s are getting stronger.

"Uh, Dad, sick."

Again he did not care.*he breathed and stroked my skin. Slowly he moved to my neck, burying his fangs like a vampire. And there was an upheaval in my heart. On the one hand, the touch was delicious, it made me drunk and I didn't feel like resisting, but on the other hand I was restless. I was so scared Oma saw us.

"Daddy.. please release me. I'm afraid Oma is angry...."

Oh, my trembling is getting better. The touch of her fingers tickled the skin of my stomach. He stroked, then traced a straight line from the navel and then up to the chest. I don't know, do I deserve to taste it presumptuous when his palm caresses my chest?

"Daddy, don't-"

"I just want to touch it."

"But-"

"I promise I won't...."

*gold. I know that's what he wanted to say.

And. oh, limp my leg. Daddy gently bit my ear lobe with a cringe.

"Kejora," he said slowly, he twisted my body while I lowered my head. "Look at me." He held my chin like a scene in a movie, then kissed me. Passionate, hot, and longing. Then...

His hand raised my thigh, wrapped my leg around his waist. He carried me on the chest like a koala while my hands were tightly wrapped around his neck. He led me over to the edge of the pool, on the opposite side of the yard.

It's not over, I thought. He must not have wanted to let me go. But I kept begging, "Please, I'm afraid of Oma."

"Just scared because of Oma?"

"Em, yeah. I'm scared-"

"Don't that mean you don't like my touch?"

I'm shaking. "No. I. I like your touch. But...."

"Good." He whispered, "Don't offend me. I don't want to let you go now."

Then what else?

"I love you" he said in the ear.

"Em, I love you too. You know that too."

"I want to taste your sweet taste more than yesterday."

I'm slack. "But, Daddy-eummmm...."

He grabbed my mouth. buried it deeply into his mouth --with the pressure of his fist holding the back side of my head. His grip was rough on the strands of my hair. And I could feel how wild his tongue was as if it was reaching into the back of my throat.

"I want you so much" he said in a heavy voice - a raucous growl.

Two things I felt at the time. Obviously my desire was just as great as he felt, but I was scared too. Daddy looks like a. You know, a stallion who's on a *passion, rough and wild.

And you know, he buried his face in the nape of my neck and his teeth were six again there. Biting -- and *my sucking forcefully, while both hands guerrillaized, one on my back that opened, and the other fumbled behind my tight tanktop. And. More than that, he stressed his body to me. I can feel him pressing me from behind his black jeans.

It's scary!

How can I escape? I'm afraid he can't control himself this time. If caught, Oma could even hate me for a lifetime. I don't want that until it happens.

When I thought of a way to escape, Daddy lifted me up and sat me down by the pool. Not yet had I shuffled back, he immediately buried his face in my chest, *my sucking is the same place as yesterday, and his hands forced me to bend my body until I lay. This condition made my tanktop lifted so that my stomach skin was exposed. Daddy landed his lips there, on my navel, and, worse: both of his hands clutched firmly my thigh muscles.

Get tensed! Get tensed! Get tensed!

My muscles and nerves, as well as my heart - - everything is tense!

"Oh, no! Daddy, Daddy, there's Oma."

He gasped and looked back.

Just then I quickly got up and ran away leaving him still standing in the water.

Basic man! Afraid, how about a try?

I looked back and stuck my tongue out at him. Too bad. The fun must end.

Sori....