Morning. My daughter.

Morning. Around six o'clock. Woke up. I'm a "morning person" after all. Can't lie in bed for long. Especially when my daughter is snoring so tenderly right next to me, curled up on her side. Completely naked. And I'm pressed against her back and butt with my chest and stomach from behind. My arm is holding her shoulder. My thighs are pressing down on her thighs. She's so tender, so defenseless. Although, how can she be defenseless when her father is right here? Of course, I won't let anyone hurt my flesh and blood, my little Yulechka.

Poor thing, she must be exhausted. The things I did with her last night, the positions I put her in. And she's quite the enthusiast herself. When she gets on top, she doesn't let go, doesn't calm down, doesn't let me sleep until she's squeezed every last drop out of me, until she's had her fill riding my cock. And her mom taught her how to "work" with her hands and her mouth. And what an insatiable little pussy she has... And she kisses with such passion, eagerly thrusting out her charms and offering them up. And she's gotten pretty good with her vaginal muscles too. It's so good with her.

But for now, let her sleep. After last night. We have the whole weekend ahead. Yesterday, right after university, she dragged me to bed. We only had time to jump in the shower, wash off the sweat and troubles of the day, and then we were at it. We only calmed down around midnight. So let her sleep. Let my beloved little daughter rest. I adore my baby girl. Although my cock has already treacherously stiffened, starting to press against her butt.

No, I won't bother her with my morning wood. We still have two whole days ahead. We'll get plenty of fucking in. Better to carefully remove my heavy hand from her, crawl out from under the blanket so as not to wake the child. I thought about giving her a gentle peck on the cheek—she'll wake up soon anyway—but I didn't, let her sleep at least another half hour.

I should at least make her breakfast. Although, of course, my little skinny thing doesn't need much. She'll nibble on a chocolate croissant, take a bite of a candy, wash it down with hot chocolate, and flutter off to her university. For lunch, she says she just has a small snack with her girlfriends. Coffee with something, maybe some ice cream. At dinner, she doesn't sit long at the table with us. I don't understand where she gets so much energy with such a diet. Me, yesterday I even managed without dinner because of her. Oh yeah! I'm hungry too. So, I'll shuffle off to the kitchen, whip us up some scrambled eggs with tomatoes, onions, and cheese. It'll be delicious. I'll even get out her favorite brand of candies.

I got up, covered her with the blanket, in a fatherly, gentle way. Beautiful, with a little nose, smiling in her sleep. Her lips are slightly parted. I remembered how yesterday those lips embraced the head of my cock, how those lips slid along the shaft of my cock, how her rosy cheeks hollowed when she sucked on my "bayonet." Oh, daughter, what a clever girl you are... Alright, I won't waste time, I shuffled off to the kitchen, wrapping my hips in a towel hastily thrown on the floor yesterday. I lift my feet so my slippers don't shuffle on the floor, quietly open the door, slip through, close it behind me. And my cock is already treacherously tenting the towel.

Damn, maybe I should have slipped it into her while she was sleeping? No, what's the point of slipping it in. The girl probably isn't wet while she's asleep. I'll just exhaust her, chafe her pussy, my beloved little pussy. I might even cum myself, but then the child will walk around all day with a sore one. Why would I want her to be uncomfortable? My girl.

Frying pan, butter, I chop, fry the onions, chop, put tomatoes on top. Waiting for it to brown. I crack eggs for the two of us, grated cheese on top. Salt, cover with a lid for a couple of minutes. I do everything thinking about my baby girl. Just don't let her wake up before I finish frying. And from my thoughts about my daughter, my cock is already standing like a rod. While arranging the food on the tray, I'm jerking off with my other hand right through the towel. I remembered how she herself asks me to jerk off at the beginning of our lovemaking sessions, and watches with pleasure. And she touches her pussy, spreads her labia apart, caresses her clit with her finger, gets wet, spreads her knees wider so I can see better, knowing how much it turns me on.

Damn. What am I thinking about? The child will wake up soon, will want to eat, and I'm rubbing my cock. I dropped it. Quick, back to the room. I quietly slipped back into the room with the breakfast tray. Aha! She's sleeping. Breathing softly with her little nose. While I was gone, she turned over, as if facing me. And I'm not there. It's okay, my little one. The smell of fried onions, hot chocolate, or my coffee will probably wake you up.

Oh. Her little heels have slipped out from under the blanket and are hanging over the edge of the bed. I put the tray on the nightstand. I was about to cover her feet with the blanket, but I got lost looking at them. So tender, fragile, beautiful. Little toes, with girlishly painted nails. Multi-colored. Not as stylish as my wife's. But they look so cheerful. I sat down on the floor, next to her feet, examining them carefully. Yulka, how beautiful your feet are.

I couldn't resist, touched the tender skin of her foot with my finger, bent down, barely touched it with my lips. Daughter... how wonderful, how tender your skin is. How pleasant it is to press my lips to it, to touch it with my tongue. And to run my tongue along the top of her foot. Smack, smack, smack. My mind is foggy. I'm running my tongue along one foot, then the other. I'm afraid to touch the underside, knowing you're ticklish and might wake up. Only with lips and tongue. Bending over the feet that have slipped out from under the blanket. I sniff, I kiss. The tip of my tongue runs between the big toe and the next one. I want to push my tongue between her toes. I press with my tongue, the toes part a little. My tongue is between them. I'm breathing right onto her foot with my nose. Just don't wake her with my hot breath.

A moan from my sleeping daughter. I lift my head. No, she didn't wake up. Good thing I didn't wake the child with my caresses. Although. I so want to caress these little feet more. I bent down again. Opened my mouth, engulfed my daughter's big toe with my lips, sucked on it. God, how sweet.

I'm holding her toe in my mouth, sucking on it very, very gently so as not to wake Yulka, licking it, running my tongue over the smooth nail. Sucked on one big toe. Let it go. Took the big toe of the other foot into my mouth. Also sucked on it tenderly. Strong arousal. I really like it. My cock is standing like a rod.

I gently lifted the upper foot with a few of my fingers, placed my erect cock on the lower one, and lowered it onto it, trapping it between her feet. My cock between my daughter's girlish feet. The sight is magnificent. I want, I want to move it, fucking between her legs.

A few movements of my hips back and forth. It feels so good for my cock. I lightly pressed down on the upper foot so the cock would be squeezed tighter. I move my butt back and forth, looking down, enjoying how my wet glans disappears and reappears from under the skin of my cock.

Suddenly my daughter coughed lightly. I look up. She's no longer asleep, but looking at me with her beautiful, wide smile.

— Oh, daughter, I couldn't help myself. Forgive the old pervert.

— Good morning, daddy! What are you talking about. This is so cool, keep going. I like it.

— But this is …..

— So what. It's awesome for me. It's so warm, so hard. It felt so nice for my feet to warm up against it. And before that, you were sucking my toes so tenderly, kissing my feet. I was so blissed out waking up. I haven't woken up so sweetly in a long time. Come to me, daddy, I'm already all wet. – my daughter took her hands out from under the blanket and demonstratively reached out to me.

— Yulyaska. How wonderful. You're wet? Now I'll... — I lifted the edge of the blanket and dove under it headfirst.

There, under the blanket, in complete darkness, I instantly found my sacred target by smell. Spreading her knees wider, I lay down between my daughter's legs, pressing my mouth to her pussy. Mmmmm. What a thrill it is to kiss, lick these tender labia, collecting the juices of a tender, girlish taste and scent. After our exploits yesterday, she was so soft, so easily aroused and flowing. But my tongue happily collected the heavenly-tasting wetness from her swelling labia, penetrated her delicious slit, my nose inhaled her aroma. So pleasant, young, tender, with no hint of any hair on it. The pussy of a young girl.

Lying under the blanket, I wrapped my arms around my daughter's thighs, stroking her stomach and butt with my palms, and gently smacking my lips on her smooth pubic mound, touching the tip of her hard little clit peeking out from under the hood with my nose, playing with her clit with my tongue, I gave her, my beloved, affection and pleasure.

I know how much my daughter loves my cunnilingus, I know how she's always ready to throw her thighs over my shoulders, place the soles of her feet on my back and, moving her butt, push her clit into my mouth when I gently embrace it with my lips, as if fucking my mouth with it. She placed her hand on the blanket, on top of my head, and began to press, pushing my face harder into her crotch. She always does this when she's close to orgasm from my licking. So I started licking her pussy more intensely and after a while was rewarded with an additional gush of wetness into my mouth, a strong squeeze of my head by my daughter's thighs, a moan of pleasure uttered by the child's mouth on the other side of the blanket.

— Daddy! You're a magician! God, what a magnificent morning! – my daughter began to push the blanket aside.

— Mmmm. Yulechka. My darling. How sweetly you cum. – for another minute I very tenderly licked and kissed my daughter's crotch before straightening up and throwing the blanket aside.

— You have such an amazing tongue, daddy, it's a sin not to cum so intensely. I want you to cum too. Look how hard you are. You probably rubbed it against the sheet. And rubbed my feet. Surely it wants to slip into its favorite cave? Come to me, enter me with it quickly, beloved daddy.

All I had to do was slowly move up, licking both nipples along the way, giving them a light bite. I lay on top of my daughter in the classic missionary position. My hard, erect cock, easily parting the slippery labia with its head, entered my daughter to its full length.

— Amazing! What a thrill! Daddy! – Yulia wrapped her legs around me and pressed me to herself.

Nestling my face into her cheek, I began to smack and lick her, starting slow, smooth movements of my hips. I was fucking my beloved daughter, accelerating with each subsequent thrust, to her passionate gasps, sighs, moans. Embracing the tender, youthful body with my arms, I firmly held Yulia's buttocks with my palms and drove, drove my thick stake between her legs. With her thin arms, my daughter wrapped around my neck and squeezed it so hard it was as if she was choking me. The child's legs were on my butt and she was pressing with them, thrusting up at me from below.

— Come on, daddy, come on. Fuck me. More, more, more, my good one.

My daughter's pussy is squelching, I'm snorting, licking her ear and fucking. Fucking my precious flower, my beloved daughter. Arousal is getting higher. Her moans are getting louder. Her squirming beneath me is more passionate. Despite my weight, she asks me to lie on her, to press her down. Her aroused, swollen nipples of her young breasts rub against my rough, hairy chest. My hands boldly stroke her thighs, her butt, her back.

I straighten up. I signal for her to stop hugging my butt with her legs. I lift her legs up, place her feet on my shoulders, embrace her thin girlish thighs and press them to my stomach. And I continue to thrust my cock into my daughter's slit. I thrust and watch how Yulka gets off on the fucking, how she strokes her body with her little palms, how she squeezes her young breasts with them, how she twists her aroused nipples, pinching them between her fingers.

— Yes! Yes! Yes! More! More, daddy! I want you. Fuck me. I really want you to fuck me. Fuck me good. Don't stop.

She looks up at me from below, strokes her body and with her toes touches my ears, strokes my cheeks with the soles of her feet. And I, turned on, can no longer stop, fiercely driving my cock into my daughter, seeing how the head of my hard cock pushes up from inside her, and this small bump moves along her stomach. I catch myself thinking I want to kiss the child's foot. I turn my head and immediately gently smack the one lying on my shoulder.

— Dad-dy! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Daddy! I want.

Yulka lifts her foot from my shoulder, brings her toes to my mouth. Well, how can I not take this beauty into my mouth. I open my mouth slightly and immediately several of my daughter's toes are in my mouth. I suck, lick them. I stroke her thighs with my palms. I feel the vaginal muscles tightly clenching my cock. Orgasm is clearly approaching.

With a sharp movement, I pull my cock out of my daughter and, continuing to hold her toes in my mouth. Sucking on them, I start jerking my cock. Yulia, with her eyes wide open, looking at me, lowers her hand to her pussy and with her fingers begins to rub her clit, strongly squeezing her breast with her other palm. She closed her thighs, so my cock ended up trapped between them and I stopped jerking off, and just thrust it, fucking between her thighs.

We cum simultaneously. Yulia trembled, tapped my shoulders with her feet, moaned, writhing her whole body. I was spraying cum on my daughter's stomach, on her tits. A few drops even reach her lips. She licks them, sticking out her tongue, smearing my sperm over her young body. Sweet post-orgasmic bliss overwhelms us.

I'm tired. I slide her legs off my shoulders and lie down on my daughter again.

— Is it too heavy, kitten? – my hands are on her thighs again.

— What are you talking about, daddy. It's nice to lie under you. – Yulia hugged me around the neck, licked my nose with her tongue.

I still slide off to the side, lie on my side, knowing she won't be able to bear my weight on her for long. Our lips meet. A tender mutual kiss.

— Damn. I completely forgot I made you breakfast, kitten. With this sex, with your beauty, everything flew out of my head. Will you eat?

— Daddy? And I'm so happy you woke me up so sweetly. Came twice. In such a deep bliss right now. It's after sex like this that you need to have breakfast. Perfect timing. I'm very hungry. Will you join me? Great! We'll eat and then I'll give you a blowjob. Want one? – my daughter smiled widely, playfully, and took my limp cock in her fingers, jerking it a couple of times.