Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

The Last

It doesn't feel restrained. So mastered. But I had no intention of clutching Daddy's hair like that and ruining the romantic atmosphere that he woke up again on this bridal night. No more.

And now, in my chest, Daddy screeching*, a voice of intense pleasure rang out from his throat. With one hand, he held me back while sweeping back the part I knew -- for him it was such an amazing part, making me want to wonder* for getting lost in his love and madness, she said, until I had trouble breathing.

Oho! Because he. I was burned by that shame and pleasure, with my heels pressed onto the bed, my body arched strongly and clutching onto the sheets. Reaching out, something-that I can't explain. However, very clearly, I felt the hasra* of the already unstoppable Daddy, which was tempestuous and bursting in his soul. And, after that...

The grown man asked me to look into his eyes, and he took my hand, led me to him, and he whispered that he wanted balance between us, relationship to touch each other - of the two.

"Take me in, Kejora," he whispered. "Make me into your love heaven. Show me that you have the same hasra. Love as great as me. Please...?"

But I shook my head and turned away from his face. "I'm ashamed" I said.

"Try it, please? Do it while looking me in the eye."

Geez, why does he want so much? Did he forget that his little wife was only seventeen years old and had just experienced all this?

With a reddened face, I looked into her eyes, touched her, and guided her to me. Take him into heaven my love - drowning with me. Melded. Perfect.

"How's it?" tanyakanya. His smile of cherry immediately expanded. "Taste? Can you feel it?"

I just blushed. Of course, let alone a young girl like me, married grandmothers know that making love with a lover of the heart feels very delicious and pleasant - of course if you do it with all your feelings.

Aye, right?

"No, but. um, it's still a little uncomfortable. Just slightly. The rest I like."

"Em, don't worry. It's because you're a girl who's never been touched. Next, I promise you pleasure. Just pleasure, no pain. And now, are you ready?"

Eh?

Alisku. "meaning? Ready for... what?"

Daddy smile. "For this," he said. "You like it?"

Oh my God, he attacked me again. I practically felt more embarrassed. I'm nodding. "I like it" I said.

Yeah. Of course I liked it so much that I squealed and muttered indistinctly. I'm raving. But I also realized, with a stifled moan, Daddy seemed to want to explode, but what happened was that I preceded him.

Yeah, I exploded. Booms! The release came to take hold of me quickly. As it turned strong*, my hand slid over Daddy's burly body and coiled tightly around his waist, but it was uncomfortable for him. He was silent for a moment to release my hand from his body and spread it wide.

Back, we're fused. Again and again, with a rhythm that is increasingly fast, urgent, stinged with irregular breaths. Glorifying my name, Daddy yelled hoarsely and finally fell on top of me, collapsing with his damp, sweaty body. He shuddered and trembled.

"Thank you for the most beautiful gift that will never be forgotten. I love you, Kejora. I love you so much."

Oh, finally, the fight's over.