The day had not gone as planned. What should have been a day of leisurely barbecuing and relaxing had turned in to hell on earth. As if an emergency dragging you in to wreak on a Sunday was n't bad enough, it had resolved just in time to hit the traffic created by a major fortuity on the motorway on the way home. `` Happy nookie Father 's Day ... '' you muttered as you turned the radio up.

walk through the social movement door you hear music performing in the house and know that I 'm there. You kick off your shoes and step quietly down the hall. On your way to the bathroom for a well earned hot shower you pause momentarily in front of my half subject bedroom door and laugh to yourself. I 'm dancing around singing along with the radio in my own elbow room cleaning matter up. I 'm completely forgetful to you as I bound around, braids bouncing along with the music on my titty, barely contained under my tight pink tank car top. You look a little low-spirited to find my ass ( barely ) covered in a brace of abruptly black shorts, the merchant ship of my boldness just peeking out as I sway with the music. The internal laughter dies down as something else begins to rise ... But first thing 's first, a much needed shower to let go some tension.

You start the water, undress, and step in. From the beginning back the water touches your skin, you can sense your emphasis washing away with the jets of water dousing your head, neck, and back. You begin to feel calmer ( at least about of you ) and much more relaxed, so much so that you do n't notice me sneak in to the bathroom.
'' Daddy, is that you ? ``
You jump, startled by the unexpected auditory sensation of my voice.
'' Yeah baby it 's me. pa 's finally dwelling house. ``
'' I missed you. I 've been so lonely today without you. I want snuggle ! '' I say with a pout.
'' Now ? '' You begin to open the cascade door, ready to break me the `` let Daddy shower down in peace '' subprogram but stop short when you realize those bouncy pigtails are now resting against my bare chest.
'' Uh-huh. Now. '' I giggle and give you a playful grin.
I slowly pull down my shorts, looking innocently in to your eyes the stallion meter and reveal my smooth cunny before quickly hopping into the shower bath with you. I wrap my arm around you feeling your now fully unvoiced dick pressed against my piano hide and reach up on tip toes to kiss where your neck meet your shoulder joint. You put your implements of war around me as I continue kissing a route to your throat, then slowly down your dresser. As my hands slide down your body, nails dragging lightly down your spine to your thigh, yours slide over my shoulder and follow to rest on my brain just as I take spatial relation on my knees. I continue kissing everywhere but where I know Daddy wants it most, nails making trails up your peg and across your hips, always stopping just short. Finally I kiss the tip and give it a petty lick.
'' Good female child '', you mutter more to yourself than to me.
I giggle again and slip it in to my back talk, letting it go all the way to the book binding of my pharynx. Your grip tightens on my tomentum as you coordinate your jab with my sucking. My pierced clapper runs up and down the duration of your scape, trying to contain in as very much as it can. You feel me beginning to worm, my own desire and pleasure at seeing you happy making me wet as I think about you in me.
'' Bend over sweetie, pappa wants More '' you tell me, gently tugging my gold braid to signal me to stand.
'' Yes pa '' I reply, eagerly standing and bending over, spreading my impertinence to ease up you a good view of everything.
You put your workforce on my hips and set about to slowly slither your cock in. You can feel my soaked twat stretching around you and hear me take away a deep breath.
'' I 'll set out slow, okay princess ? ``
'' Thank you papa '', I moan, leaving you unsure if I 'm thanking you for going slow up or for giving me your cock.
You work your way in until you 're plunging in all the way and I 'm moving back in to you pushing you deeper.
'' Please pa, fuck me harder '' I purr placing my hands against the shower rampart. You oblige, plowing in to me with more force. `` Mmm ... recondite Daddy. ``
You fuck me all out now, your slight princess replaced fully by your little whore. `` Daddy I 'm close-fitting, can i cum ? '' I ask.
'' Not until papa does baby. '' You continue fucking me, channeling your intact hebdomad thwarting into your throbbing rod.
'' Please Daddy ? '' I almost beg, trying hard not to cum until pappa says I can.
'' Not yet. '' You feel yourself getting fold and first slamming me even harder, determined to be as deeply as possible as you near the finish.
'' Please Daddy, I ca n't wait much more. Please ... '' I ask again, desperate for release.
'' Yes babe, cum for me '' you say. As an orgasm floods me you pull out me into you and shoot your seed trench inside me. Waiting to get out out until you had completely finished, you pat my hair and whisper `` good girl '' in my ear. I slide my fingers inside my slit and lick you off of them, savoring each drop.
'' Very good girl ''
One last giggle before I wrap up in a towel and I 'm off, about to maneuver back to my way for some fresh clothes.
'' Happy pop 's Day '' I smile and blow you a osculation .