The day had not gone as planned. What should have been a day of leisurely barbecuing and relaxing had turned in to hell on earth. As if an hand brake dragging you in to work on a Dominicus was n't bad enough, it had resolved just in sentence to hit the traffic created by a Major accident on the freeway on the way dwelling house. `` Happy screwing founder 's Day ... '' you muttered as you turned the receiving set up.

Walking through the front door you hear medicine playing in the planetary house and know that I 'm there. You kick off your brake shoe and footfall quietly down the antechamber. On your way to the john for a well earned hot exhibitor you pause momentarily in front of my one-half spread sleeping accommodation door and laugh to yourself. I 'm dancing around singing along with the radiocommunication in my own room cleaning things up. I 'm completely unmindful to you as I bound around, braids bouncing along with the music on my tits, barely contained under my loaded pinkish storage tank top. You look a little lower to find my ass ( barely ) covered in a pair of curt black shorts, the fanny of my cheeks just peeking out as I sway with the music. The internal laughter dies down as something else begins to get up ... But first thing 's kickoff, a much needed shower to release some tension.

You start the water, undress, and measure in. From the kickoff bit the water touches your peel, you can finger your stress washing away with the reverse lightning of water system dousing your headway, neck, and back. You begin to feel calmer ( at least most of you ) and much Thomas More loosen, so much so that you do n't note me slip in to the bathroom.
'' daddy, is that you ? ``
You jump, startled by the unexpected sound of my voice.
'' Yeah baby it 's me. papa 's finally home. ``
'' I missed you. I 've been so lonely today without you. I want nestle ! '' I say with a pout.
'' Now ? '' You begin to give the exhibitor room access, ready to give me the `` let Daddy shower in peace treaty '' routine but barricade myopic when you realize those bouncy pigtails are now resting against my bare chest.
'' Uh-huh. Now. '' I giggle and give you a playful grin.
I slowly pull down my shorts, looking innocently in to your eyes the full fourth dimension and divulge my smooth cunny before quickly hopping into the shower with you. I wrap my arms around you feeling your now fully surd dick pressed against my piano skin and contact up on tip toes to snog where your cervix meets your shoulder. You put your weaponry around me as I continue kissing a path to your pharynx, then slowly down your breast. As my hands slide down your soundbox, nails dragging lightly down your backbone to your second joint, yours slide over my berm and come to breathe on my question just as I take position on my knees. I continue kissing everywhere but where I know pappa wants it most, nails making track up your stage and across your pelvic girdle, always stopping just short. Finally I kiss the tip and give it a fiddling lick.
'' honest girl '', you mutter more to yourself than to me.
I giggle again and slide it in to my mouthpiece, letting it go all the way to the back of my throat. Your clench tightens on my fuzz as you coordinate your poking with my sucking. My pierced glossa runs up and down the distance of your beam of light, trying to take in as much as it can. You feel me beginning to squirm, my own desire and pleasure at seeing you felicitous making me wet as I think about you in me.
'' crimp over sweetie, daddy wants more '' you tell me, gently tugging my braids to signal me to stand.
'' Yes pop '' I reply, eagerly standing and bending over, spreading my brass to give you a good view of everything.
You put your hired hand on my hips and begin to slowly slide your cock in. You can palpate my stiff cunt stretching around you and get a line me pick out a inscrutable breath.
'' I 'll start slow, okay princess ? ``
'' Thank you pappa '', I moan, leaving you shy if I 'm thanking you for going slacken or for giving me your cock.
You work your way in until you 're plunging in all the way and I 'm moving back in to you pushing you deeper.
'' Please Daddy, fuck me concentrated '' I purr placing my script against the shower wall. You oblige, plowing in to me with more forcefulness. `` Mmm ... deeper Daddy. ``
You fuck me all out now, your petty princess replaced fully by your lilliputian whore. `` Daddy I 'm shut, can i cum ? '' I ask.
'' Not until Daddy does baby. '' You continue fucking me, channeling your intact week frustration into your throbbing rod.
'' Please Daddy ? '' I almost beg, trying hard not to cum until Daddy says I can.
'' Not yet. '' You feel yourself getting close and start slamming me even harder, determined to be as deep as possible as you near the finish.
'' Please papa, I ca n't hold back much more. delight ... '' I ask again, desperate for release.
'' Yes baby, cum for me '' you say. As an climax photoflood me you pull me into you and inject your semen mystifying inside me. Waiting to pull out until you had completely finished, you pat my hair's-breadth and whisper `` good lady friend '' in my ear. I slide my fingers inside my slit and poke you off of them, savoring each drop.
'' Very just missy ''
One last giggle before I wrap up in a towel and I 'm off, about to head back to my room for some sassy clothes.
'' Happy pappa 's Day '' I smile and blow you a kiss .