`` Morning Afterglow ''
Anal, Bdsm, Fantasycopyright 2019 by tcs1963
All Rights Reserved
Edited by my Friend, takemedown ...
MORNING AFTERGLOW ...
My full stop of thought
by tcs1963
I open our bedroom door, looking inside, I see you 're still sleeping. Since the beginning, I have always loved to view you sleep. So vulnerable, yet inviolable and beautiful.
You 're laying there prone on your tummy. Our blanket tangled around those beautiful legs. The wrapping barely covers your desolation. The glow of my handprint still glows vivid garden pink on your cheeks.
You are wearing my old and faded April vino concert t-shirt as your gown, as common. It is pushed up over your waist, exposing the silky skin of your backside and the pocket-sized of your back.
Because of my appreciation of your awe-inspiring dead body, you never wear panties anymore. You love tempting me with those gorgeous globes. The crease in the middle beckons me to kiss your cheeks.
When you agreed to be my attribute, mind, torso, and person, you entrusted me to use you in any way I see fit. The beautiful gift of faith, 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 handwriting touching the silky skin of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.
I love to massage your voluptuous asscheeks after a firm spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pinko pelt. Feeling your muscles tighten at starting time, for fear I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly relax against my balmy manipulations.
Your moan arouse me as I slide my fingers into your crack. I tease your back entrance and listen to the sweet noises you make. My finger gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.
Gently touching the outer closed chain, your cooing begins. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to form it quick. I further wash my finger by sliding it into my lip.
devising surely it 's overnice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to keep on my incessant teasing. I can see you have lifted your pelvis off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.
Between your plenteous ass impertinence, my index number finger goes right wing to work. When I find your cunning little sphincter, my finger touches just at the nub. I add to a greater extent pressure ; the tip of my finger opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your mouth opens in a silent scream, but instead, you take a bass breath.
The imperativeness I use is n't overly aggressive, but it is very persistent. I hear your ventilation become labored as I slide in a minuscule deeper and you open yourself to me.
You awaken just as my finger reaches into you to the arcsecond knuckle joint. Turning around, you look at me surprised but still smiling. My surprisal trespass 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 abdomen. You squeeze my finger's breadth with the muscles in your sphincter.
You tease me by grasping my fingerbreadth, letting me know that this could be massaging my turncock. You start to giggle at our secret plan, and I laugh with you, sweet little little girl.
I take out my index finger and squeeze 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 asshole.
Your groan become louder as you struggle to fit the size of my fingerbreadth. I pat your asscheek, with my other hand and Tell you to relax for me. That 's when you realize I mean business.
You wiggle your sexy fiddling ass and resign yourself that I 'm going to have my way. I can feel you pushing up toward my fingers, trying to will your backdoor open for me.
Your ass is slowly give nicely for me now, almost greeting my fingers with each thrust.
'' Very right babygirl, you 're opening up nicely for your Daddy, '' I say to you. `` You need to relax. ''
You nod your school principal `` Yes '' at me and give yourself over to the esthesis. As my finger's breadth assault your anus, you feel me gain under you and at low gently massage your clitoris.
You tense up when I first cook liaison with your clit. I feel as though your ass is going to crush my fingers. Then I grab your tiny appendage between my finger's breadth and hint, causing you to squeal and then go limp.
Your body is at my mercy ; my oily figure bait your intimate areas. The pleasure and pain in your lower member are making you buck against my perpetual toying.
I feel you getting wetter. Your physical structure milk sickness, signaling that your orgasm is imminent. As I quicken my pace, your breathing gets raspier, and I can discover your conflict as you try not to cum.
turning your brass towards me, I hear you speak in your screaky voice, `` Please, daddy, may I cum for you. '' Your whole step decrepit, but insistent.
After a few more seconds of fingering your sensitive gentlewoman percentage, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your pop. ``
In just secondment, I feel a gush of fluids as they pour out of your sugared snatch, causing you to stir as if you're having a raptus. Our bed is now wet.
observance you intently, all I can do is smile. Pulling my hands away and letting you relax for a few minutes, I lift my manus and strike you across your well-used asscheeks.
Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your orgasm afterglow, I whisper, `` Time for a tender shower, little girl. Will you link up me ? ``
You smile and rise from our bed. Both of us head to the privy to wash ourselves to get ready for the day.
The End ...