Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Deal

"What if we make a deal?"

Daddy turned his head, from under the shower he looked at me. "What deal?" tanyakanya.

"Schedule fuck."

"meaning?" His forehead shriveled.

"Emm. but Daddy don't take it personally, yeah. I. I actually don't mind if we make love regularly. But. the time distance is conditioned. Morning and night, that's it. It doesn't matter how long it takes. What matters is that I have a long break. Understand, right?"

Daddy who was still standing under the shower immediately turned the tap and immediately turned his head again towards me who was still soaking in the bathtub. She smiles. "All right," he said.

"Daddy wasn't offended, was he?"

"No, kok. Just relax, honey."

"Thank you, dear Husband. I love you so hard."

Again, she turned her head towards me with her warm smile. "OKAY. Agreed, yeah. Twice a day with free duration. Each game can be two rounds. Deal. See you in battle tonight, Mrs Aditama. I'll be waiting for you."

Oh, my gosh. I feel amused to see it. Plus all that afternoon he was so ignorant of me.

"Can't take you to bed, this is enough, really," he said.

Daddy slipped his hand behind the dress I was wearing through my collar. I was curled up on the couch with my head on his lap, plus a novel in my hand, at a leisurely hour of the day and we had no chatter. Come to think of it, we didn't talk much. More fun and love than talk. In any case, Daddy doesn't forbid much, he's obeying my will and whatever my idea of something is. However, the moment he completely disagreed, he would be firm with me, by no means no. His assertiveness will not make me resist. I obey him as he follows me. I'm a whining expert, but if he has issued an ultimatum with his firmness, I won't whine anymore. I don't think we'd ever be bickering into anything like this the model. Fun, right? There was nothing bad in the relationship between the child and the foster father that we experienced. After marriage, only one difference, we can make love. Ah, the beauty of a marriage relationship with someone we have known well for a dozen years. Especially in my romance, my husband is a man who raised me from a baby. Of course he can give up a lot, and of course -- he's a "fatherly" figure."

"Yes" I said. "Origin don't get spilled now. We agreed, yes. Later tonight, okay?"

Daddy pursed his lips with both eyebrows raised upwards, while I put my hand between his thighs wrapped in shorts. And...

He lives though he is not perfect. "Tuh, right. Let's not get this way...."

"I'm confused as to what to do."

"Duh.. who died in style in Jakarta."

"I'll just sleep, okay?"

"Em, preferably. Let the one over there also sleep," my lead.

He giggles instead. "Let's look at you tonight."

Oh my God, his words make me cringe.

And, sure enough. As agreed, Daddy channeled his pent-up passion for sixteen hours.

Ahaha! Overrated, yes. It's only sixteen hours, like years.

Yeah, but he does look tormented at that hour. As of...