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Edited by my ally, takemedown ...

dawning AFTERGLOW ...

My Point 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 firm and beautiful.

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

You are wearing my old and faded April vino concert jersey as your nightgown, as common. It is pushed up over your waist, exposing the satiny skin of your backside and the little of your back.

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

When you agreed to be my property, thinker, trunk, and soulfulness, 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 hired man touching the slick skin 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 ardent pink skin. Feeling your muscular tissue tighten at firstly, for reverence I 've come back to penalize you again. Then you slowly relax against my flaccid manipulations.

Your moans arouse me as I slide my fingers into your crack. I tease your stake entrance and hear to the sweet noises you make. My digit gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.

Gently touching the outer closed chain, your cooing Begin. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to make it warm. I further moisten my finger by sliding it into my mouth.

Making for certain it 's nice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my bridge player back to go along my never-ending teasing. I can see you have lifted your pelvic arch off of the mattress, as an accidental invite to me.

Between your ample ass face, my index finger goes decently to work. When I find your cunning lilliputian sphincter, my digit touches just at the center. I add more pressure level ; the tip of my finger opens you somewhat. You turn towards me, your mouthpiece opens in a silent thigh-slapper, but instead, you take a cryptic breath.

The pressure I use is n't overly aggressive, but it is very unrelenting. I hear your breathing become labored as I slide in a niggling 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 intrusion have always had this burden on you.

I softly move my finger in and out of your puckering asshole as you bare down with your stomach. You squeeze my finger's breadth with the brawn 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 games, and I laugh with you, sweet piffling miss.

I take out my power finger and squeeze my centre 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 moan become louder as you struggle to suit 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 clientele.

You wiggle your sexy little ass and leave office yourself that I 'm going to cause my way. I can feel you pushing up toward my fingers, trying to will your backdoor open for me.

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

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

You nod your mind `` Yes '' at me and give yourself over to the sensations. As my digit assault your anus, you feel me reach under you and at maiden gently massage your clitoris.

You tense up when I first urinate impinging with your clit. I feel as though your ass is going to vanquish my fingers. Then I grab your tiny appendage between my fingers and pinch, causing you to fink and then go limp.

Your body is at my mercy ; my sebaceous digits twit your suggest region. The pleasance and pain in your humble extremities are making you buck against my incessant toying.

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

turn your side towards me, I hear you speak in your squeaky phonation, `` Please, Daddy, may I cum for you. '' Your spirit faint, but insistent.

After a few more seconds of fingering your sensible ma'am voice, I whisper, `` Yes, kitten. Cum for your Daddy. ``

In just instant, I feel a outburst of fluids as they pour out of your sweet slit, causing you to throw off as if you're having a gaining control. 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 strike you across your well-used asscheeks.

Leaning in and kissing you deeply as you lie there in your orgasm afterglow, I whisper, `` metre for a ardent shower, slight missy. testament you conjoin me ? ``

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

The End ...