right of first publication 2019 by tcs1963

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Edited by my friend, takemedown ...

MORNING AFTERGLOW ...

My point in time of View

by tcs1963

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

You 're laying there prone on your bay window. Our blanket tangled around those beautiful legs. The wrapping barely covers your nakedness. The glow of my handprint still glows pictorial pinko 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 shank, exposing the silky skin of your ass and the small of your back.

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

When you agreed to be my attribute, brain, body, and soul, you entrusted me to use you in any way I see fit. The beautiful gift of reliance, 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 satiny skin of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to massage your delectable asscheeks after a firm spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pink skin. Feeling your heftiness tighten at first base, for fear I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly relax against my soft manipulations.

Your moans arouse me as I slide my finger's breadth into your gap. I tease your back entrance and take heed to the sweet-flavored haphazardness you make. My digit 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 handwriting and rub them together to earn it warm. I further moisten my fingerbreadth by sliding it into my mouth.

Making sure it 's nice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my unceasing teasing. I can see you have lifted your hip joint off of the mattress, as an accidental invite to me.

Between your ample ass boldness, my index number finger's breadth goes decent to make. When I find your cute piddling sphincter, my fingerbreadth tactual sensation just at the center. I add More pressure ; the tip of my fingerbreadth opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your mouth opens in a mum screeching, but instead, you take a mysterious breath.

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

You awaken just as my finger reaches into you to the second metacarpophalangeal joint. Turning around, you look at me surprised but still smiling. My surprise encroachment have always had this effect on you.

I softly move my finger's breadth 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 finger, letting me know that this could be massaging my cock. You start to giggle at our secret plan, and I laugh with you, sweet niggling female child.

I take out my indicator finger and shove my middle digit together with it, preparing to open up you further. I lubricate my two midst fingerbreadth and slew them more forcibly back into your asshole.

Your moan become louder as you struggle to accommodate the size of my fingers. I pat your asscheek, with my other mitt and tell you to relax for me. That 's when you realize I mean business sector.

You wiggle your sexy minuscule ass and renounce yourself that I 'm going to have my way. I can finger you pushing up toward my fingerbreadth, trying to will your back door spread out for me.

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

'' Very good babygirl, you 're opening up nicely for your Daddy, '' I say to you. `` You need to make relaxed. ''

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

You tense up when I first make contact with your button. I feel as though your ass is going to beat my fingers. Then I grab your lilliputian appendage between my fingers and pinch, causing you to squeal and then go limp.

Your body is at my mercifulness ; my oily fingerbreadth ride your cozy domain. The pleasure and pain in your low extremity are making you buck against my constant toying.

I feel you getting wetter. Your trunk milk sickness, signaling that your climax is impendent. As I quicken my gait, your breathing gets raspier, and I can hear your struggle as you try not to cum.

Turning your face towards me, I hear you speak in your squeaky representative, `` Please, dad, may I cum for you. '' Your tone weak, but insistent.

After a few more than endorsement of fingering your sensitive noblewoman parts, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your daddy. ``

In just second base, I feel a effusion of fluids as they pour out of your sweet snatch, causing you to excite as if you're having a raptus. Our bed is now wet.

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

Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your orgasm afterglow, I whisper, `` prison term for a warm rain shower, footling girl. Will you join me ? ``

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

The End ...