It’s Sunday morning and the sun hits that spot in the sky that always comes straight through the blinds no matter what I try. It’s a bitter thing to wake up to but I’m up now so I’ll make the most of it. Before I try to sit up she shifts and I feel her warm soft skin on mine, my little princess, or so I call her. In reality she’s 22, Hispanic and fiery temper. As my princess, she’s sweet and trusting and obedient and would do anything to please me.
I forget she hides under the blankets in cold nights, wrapping herself around me in any way she can to stay warm. I lift the blanket and look down, I’m greeted with her dark piercing eyes and a half sleepy smile.
“Good morning princess” I grumble
“You’re finally up Daddy” she answers sweetly
She smiles and I feel her hand around the base of my cock sliding and turning as she starts stroking me again. The warmth of her tits surrounding and squeezing the head of it shifts as she strokes the base.