My Stepsister’s Morning Routine

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as I emerged from my bedroom. The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafted up from the kitchen, drawing me in. I quickly showered and dressed in a robe, eager to start the day.

As I made my way downstairs, the aroma of breakfast became more pronounced, and my stomach growled in anticipation. Peter was already seated at the dining table, enjoying his meal in the nude. A place setting was laid out for Molly and me, and I couldn’t help but wonder when she would emerge.

“No sign of your sister yet?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant as I joined Peter at the table.

“If her night was anything like mine, she’s probably still sleeping,” Peter replied with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

A faint voice echoed from the top of the stairs, and I turned to see Molly descending, a look of curiosity etched on her face. She was completely naked, and I couldn’t help but notice the delicate, fluffy tuft of hair between her legs.

“Daddy fucked me good,” Peter said with a dreamy expression, his eyes drifting off into the past.

Molly’s eyes widened as she took a seat in her chair, her gaze lingering on her brother’s face before drifting to me. “Did you get fucked in the butt?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Peter shrugged, his expression teasing. “Well, yeah, that’s how it works.”

Molly’s eyes flashed to me, a hint of hurt and confusion evident on her face. But Peter’s next words put her at ease. “Sis, don’t get upset. He’ll do you too.”

I felt a pang of guilt, as if I’d unintentionally favored one sibling over the other. But Peter’s words seemed to reassure Molly, and she listened intently as he recounted his adventures with me.

“Did he cum in you?” Molly asked, her voice husky with desire, as she listened to Peter’s tale.

Peter’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Why do you think I’m sitting on a towel?” He snagged the last piece of bacon and headed to the kitchen, leaving Molly and me alone at the table.

“Little One, please save that for later,” I said quietly, my eyes locking with hers. She looked at me expectantly, her hand slowly coming to rest on the tabletop.

“Daddy loves you, and I truly did want to fuck you last night, but that’s all it would have been. My little girl deserves better. I want to set up an entire night for you and then make love to you. Believe me, there will be plenty of times when I want to fuck you, but last night you were a little shaken by your happy accident and then I knew you’d be drained. Pardon my pun.”

Molly giggled, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Okay,” she said, though she still looked a little disappointed.

“Come to me, Little One,” I said, patting my leg. When she sat across my lap, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close. She put her arm over my shoulder, and we sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“Believe me, Daddy loves that cute little red bush. I can’t keep my hands off it, or keep it out of my mind,” I said, my voice low and husky. Molly grinned, her eyes drifting down to my lap.

“Tonight will be all about you. We will go out and have a fancy dinner, we’ll be a little naughty, and then we can come back here. You will come to my bedroom, and we will see how many times you can make me cum. How’s that sound?”

Molly’s face lit up with excitement. “Okay, Daddy, that sounds fun.”

“Let’s be a little naughty right now,” I said, maneuvering her onto my lap so her legs straddled one of mine. She leaned back against me, watching as my hands came together over her tummy, my fingers interlacing.

“I love your body, Little One. It’s perfect. Completely perfect. Your little breasts…” I said, my hands lightly stroking up her stomach to gently cover each one. Molly took a sharp breath as her skin broke out in goosebumps.

“The size of them, the color of your little pink nipples…” my hands moved to lightly pinch them as I talked about them. I kept my left hand on her breast as I let my right trail back down her front.

“That cute little tummy, so flat. Seeing you in a mid-riff shirt would drive anyone crazy. Even your belly button is just right.” I got playful and tickled her navel with my finger. She giggled and squirmed, but I held her close to me.

“And then, we come to that gorgeous little kitty, with its beautiful red hair.” I slid my fingers into her bush and caught some of the hairs between them, tugging them ever so lightly. She let out a ragged breath, her eyes closed, and her body began to relax.

“Does that kitty like to be petted?” I asked her, my voice low and husky. With her eyes still shut, Molly nodded, a small smile on her face.

I started rubbing over her labia, lightly at first, waiting for a response. As she began to buck her hips toward my hand, I pressed harder. I found her slit and ran my finger up to her clit, collecting the wetness along the way.

Once I hit her button, she sucked in a breath through her teeth, and I knew to take it softly at first. A gentle touch had her almost purring. I ran my fingertip around her little bud, using her own juice as a lubricant.

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked, my voice low and husky. Molly nodded again and said, “Oh, yes.”

“Daddy wants to know when you cum, so you’re to announce it,” I told her. My little girl nodded quickly, then went back to concentrating on her pussy.

As I continued to pleasure her, my robe tie had loosened and come open, revealing that I was naked underneath. My dick was hard, but I gave all my attention to my Little One.

With her being so short, I had my right arm around her waist, my hand in her crotch. My left hand rested on her left thigh, and I used it to further her excitement. Rubbing very softly along her lips, I wet my finger and then slipped into her.

Increasing my attention on her clit, her bare legs began to shake uncontrollably with my finger sliding deeper into her warm folds. By the time I had worked my finger in to the second knuckle, she was beginning to flail her legs.

I was fingering her with an increasing tempo as my other hand blurred around her clit. Her arm over my shoulder was pulling me downward, but her lesser strength and smaller stature were no match for me.

Molly began to pull herself up and then let herself sink back down on my finger as she began to pant and make little exclamations like, “Oh, fuck.” and “Oh, my god!.”

Just as I worked my finger in all the way, she made an announcement. “I’m so close, Daddy!”

I kept up my ministrations as she drew closer to cumming and to me, practically slamming my jaw together when her head bucked into my chin.

“Let it go, baby girl, cum for Daddy,” I whispered in her ear as it passed.

“Oh, god!” She suddenly tensed up, her naked feet finding the rung between the chair legs and hugging herself to me. Both fingers followed her movements, giving her all I could.

A flood followed, like someone forcefully throwing the contents of a glass of water on the floor, she came. Hot liquid sprayed out of her little pussy and down to the hardwood floor in a splash.

“Oh, fuck!” My daughter suddenly yelled. She stayed tense for a moment as a little more girl juice leaked out and ran down my leg. Like a balloon someone had let the air out, Molly let out a breath and collapsed against me.

“I came, Daddy,” she reported tiredly.

I held her close, turning her on my lap so she could sit across me again. Molly leaned into me, then realized where she was.

“That’s your cock?” She asked surprised, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of my hard penis.

“Yes,” I told her, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Molly got off my lap and stood before me, inspecting me. She stared at my equipment for a moment, then looked up at me with a curious expression.

“Can I touch it?” She asked, her voice laced with innocence.

“Of course, Little One,” I said, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Molly reached out and grabbed me with finger and thumb, pulling me toward her. She looked at the tip, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of my glans.

“It’s so hot,” She said, almost to herself. Gently, as if holding some delicate, priceless artifact, she cupped my balls.

Molly’s eyes darted to my face to see that she wasn’t hurting me. How could she? I was hard as blue steel, having this beautiful redhead kneeling before me, holding my dick.

She kept watching me as she slowly leaned forward. Finally, she placed her lips on the head of my dick. Light as a snowflake, she kissed it, then quickly looked up to see me with my eyes closed and a pleased smile on my face.

Again, Molly leaned in, her lips parting as she took the head into her mouth, experimenting and giving me a light suck. She still held me in both her hands, her eyes locked on mine.

It only lasted a few seconds, before she released me from her mouth and sat back. She had a look on her face of contemplation.

“You taste better than Peter,” she announced with a wrinkled nose. “Yours tastes more like fruit. He tastes like beer.”

I leaned forward and lifted her under the arms until she was standing. “And you taste like a fine champagne,” I told her, grabbing her around her naked waist suddenly and pulling her up on my lap.

My arms trapped her on my lap, and hers intertwined around my neck. I kissed her, directly on the mouth, which I think surprised her, but she kissed me back.

When I went in for another kiss, she was ready and opened her mouth. We battled tongues in a kiss that had me even harder, if that was possible.

We stayed that way for a bit, until we heard Peter come back down the stairs. As he walked past us on his way to the kitchen, his off-hand comment about somebody having spilled something on the floor had us share a laugh.

I left word for Molly to take her time getting ready and even told Peter to help. He was to help her bathe, using her scented bath oil, (either lavender or lilac), and to treat her like it was a spa day.

I laid out a simple black dress for her to wear on her bed and then retreated to my own suite. Hours later, rested and showered, dressed in a dark suit after a spa day for myself, I exited my rooms and headed down to meet my date.

As she heard my tread on the stairs, she came forward, looking more radiant and beautiful than should be allowed. Her long, lustrous hair was freely flowing down her back, tucked behind each delicate ear, with her bangs just as they should be, on her forehead.

She wore light eye make-up, giving her that so-called smokey-eye look, and a peach lipstick that went well with her complexion. I was happy to see she hadn’t hidden any of her freckles. Loosely draped over her bare shoulders was a burgundy wrap that complemented the strapless black dress I had chosen for her.

I could just see the red polish on her toes as they peeked out of the open toes of her flats. In her hand, she held a simple black clutch purse.

“How do I look, Daddy?” She asked, her eyes sparkling as she watched me come down the last few stairs.

I smiled, my eyes locked on hers. “You look stunning, Little One,” I said, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation as I gazed at my beautiful daughter.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and I knew that tonight was going to be a night to remember.

As we made our way downstairs, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Tonight was going to be a night of passion and pleasure, a night that would be etched in my memory forever.

We walked into the dining room, where a delicious feast was spread out before us. The candles flickered, casting a warm glow over the room, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of romance in the air.

Molly took her seat next to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We clinked our glasses together, and I raised my glass in a toast.

“To a night of passion and pleasure,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Molly smiled, her eyes locked on mine, and we took a sip of our wine together.

As we began to eat, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, a night of passion and pleasure that would be etched in my memory forever.

The last step had been the most agonizing one, but I couldn’t resist teasing her. I adjusted my cuff links, straightening my tie as I gazed into her expectant face.

“You,” I whispered to her in a low, husky voice, my arm snaking around her waist to pull her close. “You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I dipped her, kissing her passionately as the world around us melted away.

As we broke apart for air, I caught a glimpse of Peter leaning against the doorframe, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Well, how did I do?” he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I winked at him, standing Molly upright to make sure she was steady. “She looks perfect,” I said, my eyes locked on hers as I swept her into my arms once more. “Thank you,” I added, my voice low and husky.

But before I could savor the moment, the sound of headlights shone through the windows, illuminating the scene. Peter pushed off from the doorframe, a flourish in his step as he opened the door to reveal a sleek, black limousine waiting outside.

“Your ride awaits,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he squeezed my shoulder. “She couldn’t look better,” I told him, my eyes never leaving Molly’s face.

As we stepped into the limousine, Molly’s eyes widened in surprise. “A limousine?” she breathed, her voice full of wonder. “Black, of course,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

As we settled into the plush seats, Molly threw herself at me, her lips hungry for mine. We made out like teenagers on their way to prom, the world outside melting away as we lost ourselves in the moment.

“I’m so horny,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she straddled my lap. “Peter teased me all day!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“First, he gave me a bath and washed my hair twice,” she began, her voice a husky whisper. “Then, he conditioned it and my kitten fur.” She smiled wickedly, her eyes glinting with amusement.

“He even combed my hair, one hundred times like I always do,” she continued. “And then, he brushed my kitty. He teased that you would like it soft.” She paused, a sly grin spreading across her face.

“He even stuck the brush handle into me to make me get all wet,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper. I adjusted my hard-on, my eyes locked on hers as I listened to her words.

“Then, when I was done in the bath, he led me to the masseuse table,” she continued. “He had a TV set up in the room, along with a porno on. He gave me a hot oil rubdown while he played an anal porn movie.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she added, “He kept telling me you like to have anal sex.”

I considered being honest with her, but I decided to alleviate her mind for the evening. “I do enjoy anal,” I said, my voice low and husky. “But I would not enjoy hurting you. I wouldn’t try it until you had been prepared and you were ready.”

Molly nodded, her eyes locked on mine as she processed my words. “Okay, cuz the movie really got me going,” she admitted. “But I have to admit that I’m scared about it hurting.”

I reached for her hand, my eyes locked on hers as I asked, “What else did you do today?” She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Well, Peter gave me a facial,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And a manicure. He’s really good at it.” She added, her excitement causing her to talk quickly. “He even helped with my makeup and got me dressed.”

As she continued to talk, her hand trailed down her front, intent on a little self-pleasure. I took her by the wrist, teasingly removing it to my shoulder and kissing her once more.

“You know, you could just fuck me now, we could skip dinner,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. Her feet came up a bit, giving me even more of a look at her.

“Fuck me now, no one will know,” she added, her eyes locked on mine as she teased me and herself by running her fingertips over herself through her dress.

I was half-tempted, but I knew making her wait would make our sex encounter even more hot. “Activating the intercom to the driver, I gave him an address to head to before the restaurant. He readily acknowledged, and I felt the car change lanes.”

I let Molly sit across from me, teasing me and telling me about the porno, but I wouldn’t let her touch herself directly. Just as the car came to a stop, I asked her if she was wearing panties.

“Should I be?” she asked, looking embarrassed. Then a sly grin broke out on her face.

“Yes, Peter said I should.” I reached for the door handle. “Good, come with me, Little One,” I led her out of the car, which sat in front of a storefront on a quiet street. The shop had several mannequins in lingerie in the front window, tasteful as well as titillating.

“Priscilla’s?” she read the sign above. “Isn’t this a sex shop?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

“One of the best in the city,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers as I held the door open for her to step in.

Once inside, Molly froze in embarrassment, confronted by hundreds of items all having to do with sex. “Come now, Little One, remember why we are here,” I said, my voice low and husky as I led her along.

Roxy, the clerk, stood up from behind the counter, a large smile spreading across her face. “Hey!” she exclaimed, her eyes locked on mine as she recognized me. “Very 80’s,” I commented, my eyes roaming over her outfit.

“It looks good on you, Roxy,” I added, my voice low and husky. Roxy leaned an arm against me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“And who is this little beauty?” she asked, her eyes locked on Molly’s face. I introduced them, explaining that I wanted Roxy to outfit Molly with a few things.

Roxy nodded, following along as I ticked off each item. I took Molly by the hand, leading her toward a back room. I was able to locate a few more items to purchase, including a DVD on enjoying anal sex and a couple of different brands of lubricant.

As I waited for Roxy to finish with Molly, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that tonight was going to be one to remember, and I was eager to see what the evening had in store.

When Roxy emerged from the back room, she was followed by Molly, who looked a bit dazed. “Roxy, we have dinner reservations,” I chided, my voice low and husky as I leaned against the doorframe.

Roxy looked sheepish, wiping her mouth with both arms as she stood up. “I couldn’t help it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s got a gorgeous pussy and that thick red snatch patch is too much! I couldn’t help but taste her.”

I shook my head in mock disgust, but I was secretly turned on. I’d thought about watching Molly with another woman, and Roxy might be the perfect candidate.

“Is she ready?” I asked, my eyes locked on Molly’s face. Roxy nodded, handing me a small bag containing the items she had selected.

I looked at Molly, my eyes locking on hers as I asked, “How does it feel?” She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m glad I have underwear on or it might just slip out,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me.

“Oh, you are in for a good time, little girl,” Roxy said, her voice husky as she waggled the anal DVD. I thanked her again for all her help, feeling a sense of gratitude toward her.

As we left the store, Molly turned to me with a look of surprise on her face. “What did she mean by that?” she asked, her voice laced with jealousy.

“Roxy enjoys anal as much as I do,” I replied, my voice low and husky as I smiled at her twinge of jealousy.

Molly’s eyes took on that hurt look, and I knew I had to reassure her. “I haven’t done her,” I said, my voice calm and soothing. “I came to the store to get a movie once before, and she recommended the same one I bought.”

Molly seemed to relax after that, and I held the car door open for her to step in. As she passed, she hugged me tightly, her eyes locked on mine as she whispered, “I’m surprised she wasn’t wearing her pony tail. She often does while working.”

“Roxy has a set of butt-plugs with horsetails attached,” I told her, my voice low and husky as I smiled at her naivety. I unboxed the choker I had for her, her eyes sparkling with excitement as I explained the meaning of it.

“This is to show all others that you are mine,” I said, my voice low and husky as I kissed her deeply. “You are my daughter and my lover, and I will not let you go. You are too great a treasure to let get away.”

As we settled into the limousine, I reached for the car phone to call the driver. “Take the long way,” I instructed him, my eyes locked on Molly’s face as I prepared for what was to come.

As we entered the exclusive restaurant, Molly’s eyes widened in awe, taking in the lavish decor. The long tablecloths seemed to invite intimacy, and the co-ed bathrooms hinted at the unconventional atmosphere within. The restaurant catered to those seeking excitement, and it was clear that anything went, short of intercourse on the tabletop. I watched as two Asian women shared a passionate kiss while their companion sipped his wine, another woman stood at her table, her gown hiked up, and a couple was oblivious to the world around them as they pleasured themselves.

Molly remained entranced, her menu untouched in front of her. I leaned in, my voice laced with a hint of teasing, “I suppose I’ll have to eat your little wet pussy tonight.” Her face didn’t lose its wonder, but she did turn to me, realizing I was playfully provoking her. Her gaze returned to our surroundings, taking in the other diners.

“Watch carefully, we might bring one of them home to get you warmed up,” I said with a sly smile. The flush in her cheeks was the only indication of her embarrassment. She kept her hands on the table, but I noticed her shift in her chair.

The waiter returned with our wine, which I had ordered every time I dined here. He didn’t bother to check Molly’s age before pouring her a glass. We toasted each other, and I watched as she took a tentative sip. She seemed to approve, as the next sip was longer. I allowed her a little to take the edge off the evening, but not enough to impair our night.

“How much juice do you think you’ll squirt tonight?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Molly’s head whipped around, a shocked little smile on her face. She whispered loudly, “Daddy!” Again, she shifted in her chair. Knowing she enjoyed hearing about intimate exploits, I decided to see how far I could push her.

“I should film our first night,” I said. “Roxy would love to watch that pretty little pussy getting fucked.” Molly trembled, and her smile dimmed. I suspected the vibrator was taking its toll on her.

“Peter will want to watch it too, maybe while I fuck him again,” I said, my hand lingering in my pocket, ready to send another vibration through her. She jumped, and her cheeks flushed even more.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Little One,” I said. “Everyone here is lost in their own pleasures. Enjoy the moment, because tomorrow, you may not be able to walk.” I gave her a chance to recover as the waiter returned to take our dinner orders.

“I plan to strip you naked as soon as we’re inside,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Then, I’ll carry you upstairs to my room and lay you down on my bed. You’ll show yourself to me as I undress. Can you do that for me?” I punctuated my words with another tap of the vibrator. Molly’s face flushed, but she nodded, “Yes, Daddy.” I continued to send her vibrations, each ending with a request. She seemed to relax, her eyes closing as she concentrated on the sensations.

“You must not cum, Molly, not without permission,” I said, my features set sternly. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me in pleading surprise. Then, she noticed the waiter standing patiently at our table. “You must ask Mr. Evans here if you may cum. And you must abide by what he decides.”

Mr. Evans smiled and asked, “Do you want to cum, Miss?” I was proud when Molly nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir, please.” He studied her for a moment, then turned to me. “She is a rare gift.” I smiled in agreement.

After a moment, he turned back to Molly and said, “You may cum, my dear.” I gradually increased the intensity and duration of the vibrations, sending her over the edge. Molly grabbed the table, her eyes squinting tightly shut as she concentrated on her orgasm. The restaurant had quieted, and all eyes were on her.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy!” she announced, her voice loud and proud. I continued to send her sensations, and she trembled uncontrollably, giving in to her orgasm. The restaurant erupted in applause, and Molly slumped forward, still trying to catch her breath.

As we left the restaurant, I helped Molly out of the car and into the house. We walked up to the driver’s window, Molly still naked, and I paid him. She smiled at him and said, “You’re a very good driver.” Then, we went inside, and I carried her to the bedroom.

That night, I made love to Molly, and she responded with passion and enthusiasm. She loved me, and I could tell she was truly happy. As we lay in bed, I realized I had found something special in her.

The next morning, I awoke to find Molly gone. I lay in bed, nude, and listened as she filled her brother in on our night’s adventures. “So, he carried me out of the restaurant, back to the limo. When we were in the back seat, he pulled off my dress so I was completely naked. I was soaked, and he sat me on his lap and ran his fingers through my kitty fur.”

Molly’s brother, Peter, teased her, saying, “Just say ‘pussy hair’.” Molly laughed and continued, “Anyway! He told the driver to take us home, and he did it with the window open. The driver could see me!” Peter chuckled and said, “I’m surprised he didn’t drive into a ditch.”

Molly smiled and said, “I was so hot. I was straddling Daddy’s lap and facing forward while he rubbed me. It felt so good, I didn’t care the driver kept looking back at me.” She paused, then said, “I love him, Peter. I really do. I mean, I love you too, but this is different. I don’t want to lose him.” Peter replied, “I’m happy for you, sis. I like him too.”

Molly’s voice took on a determined tone. “I wish I was his real daughter. I want to be a part of him.” Peter’s response was quiet, “I think you’re outta luck there, sis.” Molly’s smile returned, and she said, “No, I have an idea. What if I ate his cum for a whole day, or maybe like, two? If that’s all I eat, then my body would make his cum part of me, like food normally does. Then, I’d be part of him.”

As I stood in the doorway, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over the beautiful mess that was Molly. Her makeup had run, her hair was a tangled mess, and she was covered in evidence of our passionate night together.

“You don’t think this would scare him away?” Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not at all, Little One,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers. “In fact, I think this is exactly what we need to take our relationship to the next level.”

Peter, who had been quietly observing from the side of the bed, spoke up, his voice low and husky. “I think we should get moving, don’t you?” He gestured to Molly’s still-pulsing pussy, his own cock still wet from exploring her depths.

Molly, still snuggled into the blankets, smiled up at me, her eyes shining with adoration. “Daddy?” she said, her voice husky.

“Yes, Little One?” I replied, my heart swelling with love for this beautiful, broken girl.

“Can I have a little breakfast first?” she asked, her eyes never leaving mine.

“What makes you think you need breakfast, Little One?” I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.

“Because I’m starving, Daddy,” she replied, her voice husky with desire. “And I think I need a little fuel to get through the day.”

I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. “Well, I think I can arrange that,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.

Molly’s face lit up with excitement as she launched herself at me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she buried her face in my chest. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

“Anytime, Little One,” I replied, my arms wrapping around her waist as I carried her into the bathroom.

As we reached the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this beautiful, broken girl. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing was ever going to change that.

“Okay, Little One,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

Molly nodded, her eyes shining with excitement, as I turned on the shower and began to wash her down, my hands exploring every inch of her body.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I think I’m going to come again.”

“Not yet, Little One,” I replied, my voice tight with restraint. “We’re just getting started.”

Molly nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, as I continued to wash her down, my hands exploring every inch of her body.

As we finished up in the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would the rest of the day bring? Only time would tell.

But one thing was for sure – I was ready for whatever came next, as long as Molly was by my side.

“Okay, Little One,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Let’s get you into the tub, shall we?”

Molly nodded, her eyes shining with excitement, as I carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the warm, bubbly water.

As she sank into the suds, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this beautiful, broken girl. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing was ever going to change that.

“Okay, Little One,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Let’s watch this instructional video, shall we?”

Molly nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, as I popped in the DVD and began to watch the explicit scenes unfold on the screen.

As we watched, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would Molly learn from this video? Only time would tell.

But one thing was for sure – I was ready for whatever came next, as long as Molly was by my side.

“Okay, Little One,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “It’s time for me to cum.”

Molly’s eyes snapped to mine, her face lighting up with excitement, as I crossed my arms and commanded her to open her mouth.

She did, eagerly, and I shot my load into her eager mouth, my body trembling with pleasure as she swallowed every last drop.

As we finished up, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this beautiful, broken girl. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing was ever going to change that.

“Okay, Little One,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Let’s do the exercises, shall we?”

Molly nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, as I smiled and handed her the instructional video.

As she settled in to watch, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would Molly learn from this video? Only time would tell.

But one thing was for sure – I was ready for whatever came next, as long as Molly was by my side.