Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

The Cuddle of Mentari

After making love in the burning car, we finally got out of the garage, carrying our clothes while holding hands.

Inside, Daddy said he wanted to make a rolled omelette with sausage and extra vegetables. He did not want to eat rice he said, and instead he asked to make omelets in portions that were really filling.

While I put my underwear back on and started preparing the eggs and other ingredients, Daddy rushed to take a quick shower. When he finished his bath and went back downstairs in his shirt and shorts, I was breaking the eggs and shuffling them, then putting in the vegetables I had cut, Daddy really likes onions and cabbage slices in his vegetable omelet, as well as sprinkling shaved cheese on it later.

"My sexy chocolate" Daddy commented as he watched me standing in front of the kitchen counter in only my underwear. The sound of her footsteps rang out right behind me and got closer. "Need help?"

Huh! Saying that alone she must whisper in my ear, making me shudder. Moreover, feeling his warm breath on my nape, then as usual: he landed a friendly kiss on the back of my neck.

"No need" I said. I began to put the first layer of my omelet and a piece of sausage on it, then rolled it slowly and added the next layer.

While spitting her still-cold palms onto my back and curves, I knew her eyes could not escape my body. Yeah, I understand her behavior that admires me too much with all her love and passion.

"I'm hungry" he said. "really hungry. How about we turn the stove off first? We can...."

Iyuuuh. "I know you're just teasing me, don't you?"

"If you want to, why not."

"Aren't satisfied? Kan-"

"Will never be satisfied, Kejora."

"Hmm. We've made love, twice instead."

"Then why? I can make love again." Then he whispered, "My passion for you will never be extinguished, Kejora."

Ih, gaol. I knew his passion for me would never go out. But kan...

"Everything that is excessive is bad, my dear Husband. No exception to make love. Tomorrow again, yeah. Okay?"

In the cold humidity of dawn, as I got out of bed and busied myself in the kitchen, the newly awakened one immediately caught up with me.

I put carrots and potatoes in the pot. Last night Daddy said he wanted some Oma-style soup. So I immediately fulfilled his wish that morning. Also, his other wish.

As he got down and into the kitchen, he immediately hugged me, plus landed a kiss on my neck. "Good morning, dear. Ilove you. Happy wedding for three days."

Ckck! Again he made me laugh amusedly: the little form of happiness that he channeled to me in this dark morning. "What do you want? Hm? There's gotta be something she wants, right?"

She did not say anything, just straight down the zipper of my nightgown and took off all the clothes stuck to my body.

"What are you doing?"

"Obviously I'm making you innocent."

"But I'm cooking...."

"Just wait for it to boil, right?"

"But the salt hasn't."

"It could follow. Happy for you, that's the main."

Oh, Daddy. He's too sweet.

"Don't ask me what I want to do" he whispered, taking me slightly away from the burning stove. Skillfully as if he was an expert, he made me lean and widen my leg interval. By listening to a stifled hiss, he immersed himself and channeled the warmth of himself that had been on fire ever since. He lived, longed, and easily slipped into his throne. "Ukh...! There's nothing better than you, Kejora. You're the best."

Oh, my God, he made the cold weather this morning as warm as the caress of sunshine.