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Author's note: This is a very short, very silly story, that is absolutely made up and certainly did not happen. All characters involved are far, far over the age of 18.
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I can feel my morning wood pressing against the mattress as I slowly awaken to the rain pattering on the window. Relaxing in bed I slide my boxers off under the covers. I take my glasses from the counter and open my laptop, loading the story file I've been working on for the past day or two. I feel my cock harden as I write. I reach down to give my aching balls an idle rub as I hammer away at the keyboard.
I feel her wiggle next to me at the sound of the keystrokes. *quot;Mmm...*quot; she moans, rolling over to face me, her eyes slowly opening. She smiles softly as her eyes come into focus. *quot;Hmmm... sexy writer man.*quot; She giggles. *quot;I love it when you put your glasses on in the morning and type in bed, I know you're writing something nice.*quot;
She gasps as she reaches down between my legs, *quot;That's a hard penis!*quot; She giggles.
*quot;Hmm... watch it little one,*quot; I give her my best menacing growl, *quot;or that penis'll be right down your throat.*quot;
*quot;Oh no Papa!*quot; She squeaks, wiggling against me under the covers. She gently strokes my cock as I write, her phone Bahçelievler Escort in her free hand. *quot;Mmm, your cock is so hard...*quot; she coos.
Looking away from her phone she worms herself up near my laptop, her little face framed by her messy blonde bedhead. *quot;No peeking or you're getting punished.*quot; I scold her.
*quot;No Daddy!*quot; She squeaks, retreating back under the covers. *quot;No peeking, I'll be good!*quot;
Soon I feel her hands again, cupping my asscheeks and slowly stroking my shaft. *quot;Mmm... Papa's butt's so nice, Papa's cock so hard...*quot; I hear a tiny voice from under the covers.
I tap Ctrl-S to save the story I'd been working on and open a fresh page on my laptop, starting on a new story about a certain little troublemaker.
I see her tiny face peep out again, trying to get a look. *quot;No peeking until I'm done and it's your turn to proof-read.*quot; I reach out touching her chin with my fingers. She squeezes her eyes shut, knowing what her punishment will be. I give her a firm but gentle slap on each cheek. Her little smile as I slap her betrays her excitement from my punishing attention. *quot;I'm sorry Papa.*quot; She whispers. She once again retreats under the covers, running her Bala Escort fingers through my shorn pubes, playing with my foreskin, making soft cooing noises all the while.
*quot;Are you writing a story about me?*quot; She asks.
*quot;Mmm-hmm.*quot;
She wiggles excitedly. *quot;About goblin-me, or me-me?*quot;
*quot;Mmm... goblin-you *is* you, though, little goblin.*quot; I smile down at her as she returns to her phone.
I feel her fingers start to work me again. I reach down, continuing to type with one hand as I stroke her soft little mound through her panties. I run my fingers through her hair, guiding her face down towards my cock. *quot;Oh no Papa!*quot; She squeaks, but she happily opens her mouth, surrounding my head in her velvety softness.
She giggles around my hardon as she sucks away. *quot;Mmmm... what is it, silly little slut?*quot; I growl.
She releases my cock from her tiny mouth with a little *pop.* *quot;It's funny sucking you while you write about me.*quot;
*quot;Better get back to it.*quot; I scold her softly, pushing her head back down.
She sucks for awhile longer as I type, her wiggling growing more desperate. She strokes my balls as she curls herself up against me, humping my calf with her crotch. She grips Balgat Escort my balls, working her little fingertips against my taint. I can feel her wetness through her panties as she works herself against me.
She changes position again, masturbating while she tickles my balls with her soft toes. She stays folded up in a C shape, stroking my glans with her fingertips while working my sack and lower shaft with her soles and toes.
We both know this story needs to end soon so I can flip her on her back and pound her into the mattress. What a slut, it's a wonder I get any stories finished.
I should certainly save this file and slam my laptop lid down. Absolutely I will snatch her little pink iPhone out of her hand and toss it aside with my laptop. Certainly yank her damp panties off as she squeaks in surprise. For sure pull her hips up to my face, ticking her mons with my mustache, to lap at her lightly-furred little snatch. I should absolutely pull her down into the middle of our bed by her ankles, pushing her legs backwards so I can slide my cock along her wet slit. I'll definitely lean over her, pinning her legs back against her chest, planting kisses on her forehead, her lips, her cheeks, her neck, as I work my cock into her pussy. Certainly pin her down as I fuck her, spreading her out with slow strokes, going deeper each time as she gasps and squeals beneath me increasing my speed and tempo as she wiggles, feeling her pussy spasm as she orgasms, before I finally flood her with my seed.
All of that, right after I press Ctrl-S.
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