Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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Edited by my booster, takemedown ...

MORNING AFTERGLOW ...

My gunpoint of opinion

by tcs1963

I open our bedroom doorway, looking inside, I see you 're still sleeping. Since the beginning, I have always loved to watch you sleep. So vulnerable, yet strong and beautiful.

You 're laying there prone on your tummy. Our blanket tangled around those beautiful peg. The wrapping barely covers your nakedness. The freshness of my handprint still glows vivid garden pink on your cheeks.

You are wearing my old and faded April Wine concert t-shirt as your nightdress, as common. It is pushed up over your waist, exposing the silky skin of your backside and the small of your back.

Because of my esteem of your awesome body, you never wear step-in anymore. You love tempting me with those gorgeous globes. The crimp in the halfway beckons me to kiss your cheeks.

When you agreed to be my belongings, idea, torso, and soul, you entrusted me to use you in any way I see fit. The beautiful gift of corporate trust, you have given me is made to be cherished.

I smile to myself as I move closer to our bed and sit, with my spinal column against the footboard. Then reaching forward, my paw touching the silky skin of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to massage your pleasant-tasting asscheeks after a house spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pinko tegument. Feeling your heftiness tighten at first, for fear I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly relax against my cushy manipulations.

Your groan arouse me as I slide my finger into your quip. I tease your hinder entrance and heed to the sweet racket you make. My finger's breadth gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing Menachem Begin. Pulling my paw back, I pour application on my deal and rub them together to create it quick. I further drizzle my digit by sliding it into my rima oris.

Making sure it 's overnice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my incessant teasing. I can see you have lifted your hips off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.

Between your sizable ass cheeks, my forefinger finger goes right to work. When I find your cute trivial sphincter, my finger contact just at the center. I add more insistency ; the tip of my fingerbreadth opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your mouth opens in a still belly laugh, but instead, you take a mystifying breath.

The insistence I use is n't overly aggressive, but it is very dour. I hear your external respiration become labored as I slide in a footling profoundly and you open yourself to me.

You awaken just as my finger reaches into you to the indorse knuckle. Turning around, you look at me surprised but still smiling. My surprisal intrusion have always had this result on you.

I softly move my finger in and out of your puckering asshole as you bare down with your abdominal cavity. You squeeze my finger with the muscular tissue in your anatomical sphincter.

You tease me by grasping my finger, letting me know that this could be massaging my cock. You start to titter at our plot, and I laugh with you, sweet little girl.

I take out my indicant finger and squeeze my midriff digit together with it, preparing to open you further. I lubricate my two blockheaded fingers and skid them more forcibly back into your son of a bitch.

Your moan become louder as you struggle to adapt the size of my digit. I pat your asscheek, with my other hand and tell you to slack up for me. That 's when you realize I mean job.

You wiggle your sexy petty ass and resign yourself that I 'm going to have my way. I can find you pushing up toward my fingers, trying to will your backdoor spread for me.

Your ass is slowly unfold nicely for me now, almost greeting my fingerbreadth with each poke.

'' Very adept babygirl, you 're opening up nicely for your Daddy, '' I say to you. `` You need to unwind. ''

You nod your head `` Yes '' at me and apply yourself over to the superstar. As my fingerbreadth assault your anus, you feel me achieve under you and at first gently massage your clitoris.

You tense up when I first make tangency with your clit. I feel as though your ass is going to squeeze my fingers. Then I grab your tiny appendage between my fingers and pinch, causing you to squeal and then go limp.

Your torso is at my mercifulness ; my oily finger's breadth tease your internal areas. The pleasure and pain in your lower extremities are making you buck against my incessant toying.

I feel you getting pie-eyed. Your body milk sickness, signaling that your orgasm is impending. As I quicken my pace, your breathing gets raspier, and I can find out your struggles as you try not to cum.

Turning your face towards me, I hear you speak in your squeaky articulation, `` Please, Daddy, may I cum for you. '' Your tone frail, but insistent.

After a few more than second gear of fingering your sensitive lady parts, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your dada. ``

In just minute, I feel a gush of fluids as they pour out of your gratifying pussy, causing you to agitate as if you're having a ictus. Our bed is now wet.

Watching you intently, all I can do is grinning. Pulling my hands away and letting you relax for a few hour, I lift my mitt and strike you across your well-used asscheeks.

Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your climax afterglow, I whisper, `` metre for a warm shower, little girl. Will you bring together me ? ``

You smile and rise from our bed. Both of us head to the bathroom to wash ourselves to get prepare for the day.

The End ...