Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Midnight

How many hours did you fall asleep after your energy drained out during the first time you made love? Do you wake up in the middle of the night because there is discomfort in you, or just feel like peeing?

I woke up that night. Right at midnight. There was a sticky feeling that made me uncomfortable, and a sense of wanting to pee as well. Under the dim light, I found myself waking up with an incomprehensible feeling: pain, aches, stiffness, and other uncomfortable feelings that made me need a little time to get up and stand up. Little by little, I tried to shift my body and move my legs until I finally had the strength and managed to stand up. With a flick I got to the bathroom.

After a few minutes with everything I did in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror, watching my red body for the crazy behavior of Daddy, my husband with above average passion. Uhh!

I smiled to myself in light of the sweet process of our first night that we had just been through. I sighed*happy, realizing how powerful he was. I remembered what he said a while ago, he would make me addicted and very addicted. I think it will be right like that. I'll be totally addicted and addicted. How not? He's really mighty.

Well, I just finished combing and tying my hair, straight out of the bathroom. Stepping under the dim light of a sleeping lamp and just a few steps from the bathroom, suddenly...

Ctek!

My room lights were bright and I immediately squealed, and I spontaneously twisted my body - - turning my ignorant Daddy on the room lights, as if he knew I was still innocent and wearing nothing. He chuckles so happy he managed to make me blush embarrassed.

"Come, here," he asked.

When I looked back, it turned out that she was wearing long pants and she was lying on the bed again.

"Turn off the lights first, Daddy. Seriously, I'm still ashamed of him.

He was still giggling, and from his voice I realized that he had gotten out of bed to get to me. "Nope" he whispered. "My choruses won't be clearly visible if the lights go out."

"Just not used to it, honey."

"I know, because of that, ukh... Daddy..!"'s...!"

His hands are circular, cupping and caressing the chest. "I admire your beauty," her voice slowly tickled in the ears.

And, her lips, now stroking gently on my neck, then setting. As if it was never enough, he*my suck, tasting my blood, making me groan* in the silence of the night.

"Kejora," he whispered, "I'm yours. Loved me. Touch me with desire."

I'm shaking. "Sorry, but I'm not used to it. Let-for"

"Please...." She cupped the curve of my cheekbones, pointed me to her lips, and we kissed. A hot kiss, a greedy kiss like my lips are something really delicious. And without me noticing, he twisted my body slowly. And when we faced each other, his fingers were no longer on my cheeks. Daddy clutched my hair rough, he deepened his kiss, curled his tongue into my mouth. Tickling, fondling my tongue wildly. And then...

I sighed* felt her hand caress on my chest, while her other hand traced my back.

"Kejora, please. touch me." He touched my finger, guided it down and touched the circumference of his pants. "Touch me. Make me all yours, please...."