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Edited by my champion, takemedown ...

MORNING AFTERGLOW ...

My Point of sentiment

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 unassailable and beautiful.

You 're laying there prone on your tum. Our mantle tangled around those beautiful legs. The wrapping barely covers your nakedness. The gleaming of my handprint still glows vivid pink on your cheeks.

You are wearing my old and faded Apr wine concert jersey as your nightgown, as usual. It is pushed up over your waist, exposing the silky peel of your backside and the lowly of your back.

Because of my admiration of your awing body, you never wear scanty anymore. You love tempting me with those gorgeous globes. The crease in the middle beckons me to osculate your cheeks.

When you agreed to be my property, mind, body, and psyche, 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 sleek skin of your second joint. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to rub down your luscious asscheeks after a firm spanking, as the lotion glows against your warm pink tegument. Feeling your muscles tighten at first, for awe I 've come back to punish you again. Then you slowly loosen against my soft manipulations.

Your moan arouse me as I slide my finger's breadth into your tornado. I tease your gage entranceway and listen to the sweet stochasticity you make. My finger's breadth gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing Menachem Begin. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my bridge player and rub them together to form it warm. I further drizzle my fingerbreadth by sliding it into my oral fissure.

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

Between your rich ass cheeks, my index finger goes right to go. When I find your cute lilliputian sphincter muscle, my finger's breadth touch sensation just at the center. I add Sir Thomas More air pressure ; the tip of my finger opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your lip opens in a unsounded scream, but instead, you take a mysterious breath.

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

You awaken just as my digit reaches into you to the second knuckle. Turning around, you look at me surprised but still smiling. My surprise intrusion 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 fingerbreadth with the muscles in your sphincter.

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

I take out my indicator finger and force my heart fingerbreadth together with it, preparing to give you further. I lubricate my two deep fingers and slide them more forcibly back into your asshole.

Your moans become louder as you struggle to accommodate the size of my fingerbreadth. I pat your asscheek, with my other bridge player and tell you to unbend for me. That 's when you realize I mean business.

You wiggle your aphrodisiac picayune ass and resign yourself that I 'm going to have got my way. I can finger you pushing up toward my digit, trying to will your back door open for me.

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

'' Very upright babygirl, you 're opening up nicely for your Daddy, '' I say to you. `` You need to slack. ''

You nod your header `` Yes '' at me and give yourself over to the sensation. As my digit assault your anus, you feel me reach under you and at first gently rub down your clitoris.

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

Your body is at my mercy ; my buttery digit tantalize your intimate areas. The pleasure and pain in your grim member are making you buck against my perpetual toying.

I feel you getting loaded. Your body milk sickness, signaling that your climax is imminent. As I quicken my stride, your breathing gets raspier, and I can hear your struggle as you try not to cum.

turn your face towards me, I hear you speak in your squeaky voice, `` Please, Daddy, may I cum for you. '' Your tone weak, but insistent.

After a few more endorsement of fingering your sore lady parts, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your pop. ``

In just sec, I feel a gush of fluids as they pour out of your dessert 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 smiling. Pulling my hands away and letting you relax for a few minutes, I lift my bridge player and smash you across your well-used asscheeks.

Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your orgasm afterglow, I whisper, `` clip for a warm shower, little girl. Will you conjoin 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 ...