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Daddy pressed against me, keeping his cock buried inside me for a long moment before pulling out. Gently he tugged up my thong and smoothed my skirt down over my body before tucking his cock away and straightening his suit. 

On wobbly legs, I walked over to Daddy’s chair and flopped down, digging through my purse for a mirror. After all, I couldn’t go back to work looking freshly fucked, even if it was the truth! 

Daddy and I quickly settled into a routine of sex, sex and more sex. We were both insatiable. More often than not, I’d wake up to Daddy pressed against my back, hard muscles melding against my curves and the very hardest part of him pressing against the softness of my pussy. 

I’d be half awake and he’d slide inside, rocking his hips against mine in a gentle rhythm that built and built in intensity before the waves of pleasure crested over us and Daddy came inside. 

1. me. 

Other times he’d wake me up first and pick me up, carrying me into the bathroom as I giggled and squirmed and he’d press my body against the cool glass of his huge shower. We’d stay in there until the water ran cold, getting each other clean and then getting very very dirty all over 

again. 

When I woke up today though, Daddy’s side of the bed was empty. I strained my ears for at moment, listening for any noise from him and then I heard the faint clanking sound of weights. My lips curled into a smile.