Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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Edited by my friend, takemedown ...

MORNING AFTERGLOW ...

My Point of View

by tcs1963

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

You 're laying there prone on your tummy. Our mantle tangled around those beautiful legs. The wrapping barely covers your nudeness. The glow of my handprint still glows intense garden pink on your cheeks.

You are wearing my old and faded April wine concert t-shirt as your nightgown, as common. It is pushed up over your shank, exposing the slick tegument of your backside and the modest of your back.

Because of my admiration of your awesome organic structure, you never wear step-in anymore. You love tempting me with those gorgeous globes. The crease in the mediate beckons me to kiss your cheeks.

When you agreed to be my property, mind, body, and soul, you entrusted me to use you in any way I see fit. The beautiful gift of 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 backbone against the footboard. Then reaching forward, my hand touching the silken skin of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to massage your toothsome asscheeks after a firm spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pink peel. Feeling your muscle tighten at get-go, for fear I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly make relaxed against my soft manipulations.

Your groan arouse me as I slide my fingerbreadth into your fling. I tease your back entrance and listen to the sugared noises you make. My finger gently massages the application around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing Begin. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to pee it warm. I further drizzle my finger by sliding it into my mouth.

making sure it 's nice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my manus back to continue my incessant tease. I can see you have lifted your rosehip off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.

Between your plenteous ass impudence, my index finger finger goes right to go. When I find your cunning little sphincter, my digit touches just at the center. I add more pressure level ; the tip of my digit opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your mouth opens in a silent scream, but instead, you take a cryptic breath.

The pressure I use is n't overly aggressive, but it is very pertinacious. I hear your breathing become labored as I slide in a lilliputian deeper and you open yourself to me.

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

I softly move my digit in and out of your puckering asshole as you bare down with your abdomen. You squeeze my finger with the muscles in your sphincter.

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

I take out my index finger and gouge my middle finger together with it, preparing to open you further. I lubricate my two thick fingers and slide them more forcibly back into your shit.

Your moans become louder as you struggle to accommodate the size of it of my fingerbreadth. I pat your asscheek, with my former hand and Tell you to relax for me. That 's when you realize I mean business.

You wiggle your aphrodisiac short ass and resign yourself that I 'm going to bear my way. I can feel you pushing up toward my digit, trying to will your back entrance overt for me.

Your ass is slowly scuttle nicely for me now, almost greeting my finger with each thrust.

'' Very good babygirl, you 're opening up nicely for your pa, '' I say to you. `` You need to relax. ''

You nod your head `` Yes '' at me and consecrate yourself over to the sensations. As my fingers assault your anus, you feel me hit under you and at inaugural gently massage your clitoris.

You tense up when I first wee contact lens with your clitoris. I feel as though your ass is going to squash my fingers. Then I grab your tiny extremity between my digit and pinch, causing you to squeal and then go limp.

Your body is at my mercifulness ; my oily digits razz your internal areas. The joy and pain in your lower appendage are making you buck against my unremitting flirting.

I feel you getting wetter. Your body trembles, signaling that your orgasm is imminent. As I quicken my pace, your breathing gets raspier, and I can hear your struggles as you try not to cum.

turning your look towards me, I hear you speak in your screaky voice, `` Please, dad, may I cum for you. '' Your tone decrepit, but insistent.

After a few Sir Thomas More seconds of fingering your sensitive lady piece, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your Daddy. ``

In just endorsement, I feel a gush of fluids as they pour out of your sweet pussy, causing you to stir as if you're having a seizure. Our bed is now wet.

Watching you intently, all I can do is grin. Pulling my handwriting away and letting you relax for a few second, I lift my hired hand and strike you across your well-used asscheeks.

propensity in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your orgasm afterglow, I whisper, `` Time for a warm shower, footling girlfriend. Will you join me ? ``

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

The End ...