Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

First Night

Again, Daddy smiled warmly.he got up and pulled me into a hug. And I don't know, unlike back then, right now I feel ashamed standing in front of him with just this kind of underwear. I realized, besides me, she was shaking as she pulled off my bra hook and dropped it on the floor, then she lowered my last page down my leg. I couldn't stand it when Daddy knelt looking at me -- in that part. The shame is incredible.

"Please, I'm ashamed" I said - protesting his ludicrous behavior.

He gave a lip-hold to keep her from laughing at my protest, and then stood up again. Realizing my embarrassment, she immediately carried me and took me to bed. Hugging me in the chest, she put away the blanket, then lowered me to our bridal bed. She followed me without letting go, her huge body covering my body while she kissed my lips.

I'm not sure how Daddy removed the bathrobe from his body, but he already threw it on the floor. I wonder*bluff, every nerve and cell in my body crave it. Daddy's hand moved around caressing my body, he made me hungry and agitated. And I like the sense of her muscular body, the heat of her *ensual skin that sticks to my skin, and also the taste of her lips. He kissed me, hot, urgent, greedy, with a mouth and tongue that slipped into the warmth of my mouth, teasing and tickling the depths of my desire.

And, he made me wonder* unstoppable when his cannibal soul rose. She was so tempting*, so strong* around my neck that I reflexively grabbed her hair.

A more delicious taste I felt when he went down to the chest. Delighted, but also ashamed when he cupped her, and - I realized my size fit in the palm of his hand, then he lightly swept the top with the tips of the fingers, feeling as it hardened by his touch. Then, to my astonishment, he lowered his head and took it with his mouth, softly*, almost adoring the beauty that seemed to twist his heart out of the chest cavity.

"Oh, Daddy...." He made me sting and wonder* because of his strengthening soap. I liked. Really like. Finally, for the first time he tasted it to the satisfaction, at the top, while I gludged* and my thigh muscles tightened.

I know, I'm very ready to take it. And when he came back on equal footing with me, he looked into my eyes deeply as if asking for permission, I nodded.

"I love you" he whispered, as his hand slipped into my thigh. Gently stroking-makes me blush because he must be aware of my circumstances. I crave it very much. My leg interval was already open when Daddy positioned himself between my thighs. And...

Oh, I shuddered, realizing the first time he -- the living and longing - touched my sensitive part.

Oh my God, this is the time.

My heart rhythm is out of control.

Relax, Kejora.

But failed! Where can relax. In fact, I felt increasingly tense, I realized when Daddy was directing himself at me. He started to come in, slowly...

And...

Be ill. I couldn't help but grimace as he tried to immerse himself deeper.

He stopped for a moment. "Hold on a minute" he asked. "Hold your pain for me, em?"

I swear by whatever it is it hurts so much and is not at all as intermittent as I expected. That's long enough. Long enough that I cried to feel the pain, and wanted to scream when he finally pressed me with all his might...

"Daaaad...!"

Oh my...!

He made it. You know what I mean.

In tears, I could only bite my own lips. Bidithy! It hurts! So sick!

"I'm sorry," she said, she wiped my tears while her lips turned a satisfied smile.

Yeah, he's now inside me, filling my rug. I can feel the tension. Something alien and *eras, which managed to set entirely.

Then he looked at me again deeply. "We continue, yes? After this it won't hurt anymore."

No, he didn't ask my permission like that. He started moving around inside me, and right, it no longer felt as painful as it was. The delicious taste is back cradled. He moved slowly, so slowly at first that I could try to relax and hold back the rest of my pain, then he moved faster, and faster. So in the end, his strength and speed got me drunk. I was trembling full of desire as if lost in a foreign sensation, reaching out, reaching for something that dodged until there was a foreign feeling like in my dream at that time. Something -- that wants to get rid of. It was a feeling of wanting to explode inside me that trapped me in a miracle I couldn't explain - one that seemed to satisfy my thirst when she took me to the top with her.

Really, I'm very happy. This -- a thousand times more delicious than I ever felt in my dreams even though in the end this made me run out of energy. I drooped weakly with sweat pouring out.

And when it was all over, before I lost my consciousness, I saw Daddy smiling. She looks so happy, just as happy as I am. And I am grateful for my whole life that I have given myself to him at the right time.

"Thank you, Kejora. Ilove you. You're the most beautiful star of my life."

I can only nod. I'm happy for you, Daddy. Ilove you.

And I was weak too....