right of first publication 2019 by tcs1963

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Edited by my admirer, takemedown ...

daybreak AFTERGLOW ...

My stage of scene

by tcs1963

I open our bedroom door, looking inside, I see you 're still sleeping. Since the origin, I have always loved to learn you sleep. So vulnerable, yet hard and beautiful.

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

You are wearing my old and faded April Wine concert t-shirt as your nightgown, as usual. It is pushed up over your waist, exposing the silky peel of your behind and the pocket-size of your back.

Because of my wonder of your amazing consistence, you never wear panties anymore. You love tempting me with those gorgeous globes. The seam in the middle beckons me to snog your cheeks.

When you agreed to be my belongings, judgment, body, and somebody, 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 back against the footboard. Then reaching forward, my hand touching the slick skin of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to massage your delicious asscheeks after a business firm spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pink tegument. Feeling your heftiness tighten at first, for fear I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly slack against my gentle manipulations.

Your moans arouse me as I slide my digit into your crack. I tease your dorsum entrance and listen to the afters noise you make. My finger gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer anchor ring, your cooing begins. Pulling my paw back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to pee it fond. I further dampen my finger by sliding it into my mouth.

making for sure it 's gracious and wet from my spit and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my incessant tease. I can see you have lifted your hips off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.

Between your plenteous ass cheeks, my index digit goes decently to work. When I find your precious little sphincter, my finger tinge just at the center. I add to a greater extent pressure ; the tip of my finger opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your mouth opens in a unsounded scream, but instead, you take a deep breath.

The pressure I use is n't overly aggressive, but it is very persistent. I hear your breathing become labored as I slide in a slight 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 surprise invasion have always had this effect on you.

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

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

I take out my index finger's breadth and twitch my middle finger together with it, preparing to open you further. I lubricate my two dense fingers and skid them more forcibly back into your asshole.

Your groan become louder as you struggle to accommodate the size of my digit. I pat your asscheek, with my early hand and Tell you to unlax for me. That 's when you realize I mean business.

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

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

'' Very ripe babygirl, you 're opening up nicely for your dad, '' I say to you. `` You need to unstrain. ''

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

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

Your body is at my mercy ; my buttery digits tantalize your versed areas. The pleasure and pain in the neck in your lower extremities are making you buck against my incessant toying.

I feel you getting wetter. Your body trembles, signaling that your orgasm is close at hand. As I quicken my step, your breathing gets raspier, and I can try your conflict as you try not to cum.

Turning your face towards me, I hear you speak in your squealing phonation, `` Please, Daddy, may I cum for you. '' Your tone fallible, but insistent.

After a few more seconds of fingering your sensible gentlewoman voice, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your Daddy. ``

In just moment, I feel a ebullition of fluids as they pour out of your sweet slit, causing you to shake as if you're having a seizure. Our bed is now wet.

Watching you intently, all I can do is smiling. Pulling my hands away and letting you relax for a few minutes, I lift my hand and bang you across your well-used asscheeks.

Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your sexual climax afterglow, I whisper, `` Time for a warm shower, little girlfriend. volition you bring together me ? ``

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

The End ...