Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Quail

Geez, how can I.. how to get started? Touch it for the first time?

Clumsily, I stretched my finger, held the circumference of her pants and took them off. Then....

Quailed. I realized my awkwardness the first time my finger touched her. Something that has come back to life and longs. "I. I've touched it. Then what should I do?"

"Nothing, I just want us not to be awkward with each other anymore. You're free to touch me, anywhere, no exception, because I'm all yours."

I nodded in understanding, although I thought I should just let the situation between us flow over time, and I would get used to it myself. Although, I know, maybe I'll take a while. "I will try to make you happy, and I will serve you well. But I need time-"

"Shhh...." His lips curled me up again, and he carried me, sitting me on the table beside the bed. Then, while wrapping his left arm behind my body, his lips sank on my neck. After that, he fiddled in the ears while his hands moved, firmly gripping the base of my thighs. I realized, in an instant my muscles had stiffened. "I want more of this. Can you?"

"Em, anything."

Pleasantly, Daddy poked his lips, stroked - down my body, and, he stopped between my legs with a knee brace in front of me. Somehow, I found both of my legs on his shoulders. Then...

Oh, I like her to taste my race there, with the warmth of her lips, and her caresses. An amused tickling sensation invaded me, so I subconsciously gripped her hair firmly and held it between my legs.

Daddy grinning. "Sick, know!" his protest.

"Here," he said, he carried me in the chest. "Let me reply you, yes." He threw both of our bodies onto the bed, with me downstairs and he overcame me. "Say, how long do you want? Hm? An hour? Two hours? Or forever, without stopping?"

Again, I'm broken. "You scared me, you know! Don't make me unable to walk after this."

"Unfortunately I'm gonna do that, honey."

Huh! My gesrek's fucking husband!

Friendly, he-Gibran Aditama-tipped the top of my nose. "You always make me passionate" he whispered. I realized that he was staring in amazement at the beauty of my body. "The beauty is so pure. You've been making me think for years about how to have you. Make this relationship worth it and without rejection. But the fact that I was the one who raised you, it always scared me. Afraid of your rejection. You tortured me for years, Kejora. Even because of you, I'm willing to step aside. I wish I could forget how I felt about you. But in fact I never could. Remembering you've grown up, it always makes me want to go home. You know, your shadows haunt me every night. How I wanted you for so long. I want you, Kejora. I want you so much."

Oh, my God, the honesty of his words makes me blush. Shamefully, I whispered, "Sorry for all the things I don't know. But now that I'm yours, do whatever it takes to make your soul free. I'm yours, Gibran Aditama."

Instantly, his smile expanded and was almost melancholic. He lowered his head to fondle his chest, search for that part and, making me bend my body and strangle at the peak of pleasure.

Really, it's such a beautiful torture. Makes me endlessly tremble in the warmth of his love. This is really amazing. I really am happy....