Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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Edited by my protagonist, takemedown ...

MORNING AFTERGLOW ...

My Point of View

by tcs1963

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

You 're laying there prone on your tum. Our cover tangled around those beautiful legs. The wrapping barely covers your openness. The glow of my handprint still glows brilliant pink on your cheeks.

You are wearing my old and faded Apr wine-coloured concert t-shirt as your nightgown, as usual. It is pushed up over your waist, exposing the silky skin of your backside and the small of your back.

Because of my admiration of your awesome consistency, you never wear pantie anymore. You love tempting me with those gorgeous globes. The kris in the middle beckons me to kiss your cheeks.

When you agreed to be my property, psyche, 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 vertebral column against the footboard. Then reaching forward, my hand touching the silky hide of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to rub down your pleasant-tasting asscheeks after a firm spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pink cutis. Feeling your brawn tighten at first, for fear I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly relax against my easy manipulations.

Your moans arouse me as I slide my fingers into your cracking. I tease your dorsum entryway and listen to the sweet noise you make. My fingerbreadth gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing begins. Pulling my hand back, I pour application on my deal and rub them together to make it lovesome. I further wash my digit by sliding it into my rima oris.

qualification sure enough it 's courteous and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my unremitting ribbing. I can see you have lifted your pelvis off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.

Between your ample ass cheeks, my index digit goes right-hand to work. When I find your cute little anatomical sphincter, my digit touches just at the center. I add more 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 deeply breath.

The force per unit area I use is n't overly fast-growing, but it is very persistent. I hear your breathing become labored as I slide in a little 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 issue 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 muscles in your sphincter muscle.

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

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

Your moan become louder as you struggle to oblige the size of it of my fingers. 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 sexy little ass and vacate yourself that I 'm going to possess my way. I can finger you pushing up toward my fingers, trying to will your back door open for me.

Your ass is slowly open up nicely for me now, almost greeting my digit with each push.

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

You nod your brain `` Yes '' at me and give yourself over to the sensation. As my fingers assault your anus, you feel me reach under you and at beginning gently massage your clitoris.

You tense up when I first cook contact with your clit. I feel as though your ass is going to suppress my finger. Then I grab your tiny process between my fingers and tinge, causing you to squeal and then go limp.

Your body is at my clemency ; my buttery digits tantalize your adumbrate areas. The pleasance and pain in your lower extremity are making you buck against my incessant toying.

I feel you getting wetter. Your dead body trembles, signaling that your climax is imminent. As I quicken my gait, your breathing gets raspier, and I can find out your struggles as you try not to cum.

Turning your nerve towards me, I hear you speak in your squealing voice, `` Please, Daddy, may I cum for you. '' Your tone rickety, but insistent.

After a few to a greater extent sec of fingering your sensitive gentlewoman voice, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your Daddy. ``

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

Watching you intently, all I can do is smile. Pulling my hands away and letting you relax for a few minutes, I lift my hand and ten-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 warm shower, small girlfriend. Will you link up me ? ``

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

The End ...