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good morning AFTERGLOW ...

My full stop of View

by tcs1963

I open our chamber door, looking inside, I see you 're still sleeping. Since the commencement, I have always loved to learn you sleep. So vulnerable, yet strong and beautiful.

You 're laying there prone on your tummy. Our cover tangled around those beautiful ramification. The wrapping barely covers your desolation. The lambency of my handprint still glows vivid pink 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 waistline, exposing the sleek hide of your backside and the diminished of your back.

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

When you agreed to be my place, mind, organic structure, and psyche, you entrusted me to use you in any way I see fit. The beautiful talent 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 silken hide of your thigh. Slowly and deliberately working my way up to your bare ass.

I love to massage your luscious asscheeks after a house spanking, as the lotion glows against your quick pink skin. Feeling your muscles tighten at 1st, for concern I 've come back to penalize you again. Then you slowly relax against my lenient manipulations.

Your moans arouse me as I slide my digit into your scissure. I tease your back entrance and listen to the sweet noise you make. My digit gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing Begin. Pulling my hired hand back, I pour lotion on my handwriting and rub them together to make it warm. I further moisten my finger by sliding it into my sassing.

Making sure it 's skillful and wet from my saliva and the application, I move my deal back to continue my incessant tantalization. I can see you have lifted your rosehip off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.

Between your ample ass nerve, my index finger's breadth goes decent to work. When I find your cute niggling sphincter, my finger's breadth spot just at the heart. I add more than 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 deep breath.

The insistency I use is n't overly aggressive, 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's breadth reaches into you to the s knuckle. Turning around, you look at me surprised but still smiling. My surprise usurpation 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 with the muscularity in your sphincter.

You tease me by grasping my fingerbreadth, letting me know that this could be massaging my cock. You start to titter at our games, and I laugh with you, sweet little lady friend.

I take out my index digit and squeeze my middle digit together with it, preparing to spread you further. I lubricate my two thick finger and slip them more forcibly back into your prick.

Your moans become louder as you struggle to accommodate the size of my digit. I pat your asscheek, with my early deal and tell you to relax for me. That 's when you realize I mean business.

You wiggle your sexy niggling ass and resign yourself that I 'm going to have got my way. I can experience you pushing up toward my fingerbreadth, trying to will your back entrance open for me.

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

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

You nod your head `` Yes '' at me and open yourself over to the sensations. As my fingers assault your anus, you feel me give under you and at world-class gently rub down your clitoris.

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

Your body is at my mercy ; my oily digits tantalize your suggest surface area. The pleasure and pain in your lowly appendage are making you buck against my constant toying.

I feel you getting stiff. Your body shiver, signaling that your orgasm is imminent. As I quicken my pace, your breathing gets raspier, and I can hear your struggle as you try not to cum.

Turning your brass towards me, I hear you speak in your squeaky voice, `` Please, dada, may I cum for you. '' Your tonicity weak, but insistent.

After a few Sir Thomas More seconds of fingering your sensitive lady parts, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your papa. ``

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

Watching you intently, all I can do is grin. Pulling my hands away and letting you relax for a few minutes, I lift my hand and tap you across your well-used asscheeks.

Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your climax afterglow, I whisper, `` meter for a tender shower, little girl. testament you join me ? ``

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

The End ...