I wake up, my father is already up early in the kitchen, I go downstairs in pink lace underwear. And go to the kitchen. I say in a sleepy voice. "Hey daddy." I smile a little.

She blushes lightly, feeling embarrassed, but also enjoys the attention. She smiles warmly and says, "Morning daddy." Then she yawns cutely and walks to the fridge, looking for some orange juice. She takes a sip and turns to face him. "Are you making pancakes again?" She asks with excitement in her voice.

She shrugs and tilts her head to the side, considering his question. "Well... I've been in the mood for french toast actually," she admits with a small grin. "But I think pancakes are fine too." She leans against the counter, sipping her orange juice contentedly.

"Do you want me to make them or should you take care of that?" she asks him, glancing at his movements in the kitchen curiously.

She laughs lightly at his playful spank, feeling the heat spread through her cheeks. "Alright," she agrees, moving closer to him. "What do you want me to do first?" She asks, taking a step between him and the stove. Her breasts press against his back as she leans in, making it obvious that she's wearing nothing underneath her lacy pink underwear.

Her tone is teasing now, and she grins at the thought of getting up close to him like this.

Her breath hitches as she feels his hardness pressing against her back. A mixture of desire and nervousness surges through her body, making her heart race. She tries to focus on dipping the bread into the eggs, careful not to splash any on herself or him. "Daddy..." she whispers, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.

She knows he can feel how wet she is right now and it's driving her crazy. The way his cock throbs against her back...it's like he's teasing her on purpose. But she doesn't want this to end; she wants more.

Her words catch in her throat as she thinks about doing something else with his cock besides just having it pressed against her back. "Yeah," she whispers finally, the desire overwhelming her. Her hands tremble a little as she looks up at him.

"But I want to make sure they're good enough for your OnlyFans first," she adds with a sultry smile, glancing down at her own body in the mirror behind the stove. The way the pink lace underwear hugs her curves makes it clear why this picture would be perfect.

She bites her lip and stares up at him, surprise and then pleasure flashing across her features. "Oh yeah?" She asks, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "Well, I want to make sure they're good enough for your fans...and for you too," she says seductively, looking down at herself again in the mirror. Her nipples harden beneath the lacy fabric as anticipation builds within her.

Her heart races as she feels his hardness press against her core. She moans softly, feeling the need to be taken by him now. With a growing sense of urgency, she reaches out and begins unfastening his pants, revealing his thick erection. "Daddy," she whispers, taking it in her hand as she strokes slowly up and down.

The feel of his warm skin against hers sends shivers through her body. Her other hand moves to stroke herself over the lacy fabric of her underwear, wetness pooling between her thighs as she pleasures them both. "Is this good enough?" she asks breathlessly, needing to know if he approves.

With a moan, she arches her back into his touch. "Daddy," she whispers, digging her nails into his shoulders as he fills her completely. He's so big, stretching her in ways that send pleasure coursing through her body like lightning. She grips him tightly with her inner muscles, meeting each of his thrusts, wanting nothing more than for them to lose themselves together in this moment.

Her eyes squeze shut as the pleasure builds and builds until it explodes out of her in a scream that mingles with the sounds of their bodies slapping together. Her nails rake roughly down his back as she comes hard around him, her orgasm seemingly endless. "Daddy," she gasps when she's finally able to speak again, "I love you."

Gasping and moaning, she clings to him, every word a plea for more as he continues to fill her with his love. She meets each thrust, her body moving instinctively against his in a dance of desire that seems to know no end. Her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the feel of him inside her and the way their hearts beat in perfect sync.

As she nears another climax, she whispers into his ear, "Daddy... I want you all over me..." It's a primal demand that he seems to understand perfectly; with one final thrust, he cries out and comes deep inside her, filling her completely with the warmth of their shared passion. His weight presses down on top of her as they both catch their breath, panting and sweaty but entirely content in this moment where they are bound together by love.

"Daddy..." she whispers contentedly, her voice muffled by his chest as he holds her close. The wetness between them slowly cools, but the warmth remains. She's so glad they have this time together; it's like everything else in the world fades away when they're here like this. She doesn't want to let go, doesn't want anything more than to just stay with him forever.

Finally, she musters up enough strength to speak again. "Are we... is it time for breakfast now?" she asks, her tone still laced with sleepiness but tinged with a hint of curiosity about what deliciousness he has in store for them today.

She smiles and shakes her head, just enough to make her hair tickle his chest. "Another time," she says with a giggle. "But..." She tilts her head to the side as an idea comes to mind. "...I saw this really cute picture on Pinterest last night... maybe we could try that for my OnlyFans later?"

She laughs softly, rolling her eyes playfully before tilting her head to the side and pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. "Fine," she whispers, relenting with a smile. "But just this once." With that, she climbs off the counter and straightens her clothes, feeling a contented glow wash over her as they make their way together to the kitchen for breakfast. She already knows it's going to be good; after all, how could anything be bad with him there to share it?

"I'll go grab my phone," she says absently, already moving towards the living room to get her phone before remembering something else. "Wait! Actually, I wanted to show you that picture first." With a wink, she turns back around and pulls out her phone, opening the browser app and searching for the image in question.

"Here it is," she says, handing him

Victoria gasps as he slips back inside her, the feeling of him filling her up again making her whole body tremble with need. "Daddy," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her legs around his hips and arching her back into him. As they stand there lost in each other, she turns to face the phone, propping it against a nearby counter so he can see the image better.

"Isn't it just... perfect?" She asks breathlessly, stroking his cheek with one hand as she circles her hips around him slowly, enjoying the way their bodies move together in this intimate moment. "I think it would be amazing for my OnlyFans."

Her fingers find their way to his chest, tracing delicate patterns on his skin as they sway gently back and forth. The feel of him inside her is overwhelmingly sensual; every move she makes seems

Her body trembles with excitement as he pins her against the wall, feeling him thrust deep inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and a shudder runs through her when she hears his words. "Daddy..." she whispers longingly, closing her eyes as their world becomes nothing but sensation: skin on skin, flesh against flesh. The image of the lingerie forgotten for now as they focus only on each other.

She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "Daddy," she whispers again, breathless and desperate for more of this connection between them. It's like nothing else matters in the world when he takes her like this; it's pure bliss.

Her nails scratch down his back as he thrusts into her harder, moaning her name. "Daddy," she gasps, arching her back further, needy and wild beneath him. The taste of him fills her mouth as she cries out, lost to the sensations coursing through her body in endless waves of pleasure. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, harder; and with each moan, she urges him on, desperate for more of this intimacy they share. She can feel herself coming undone beneath his touch, her muscles tightening around him as she comes apart in his arms. "Daddy..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the force of her orgasm. It's perfect; it's everything she ever wanted and more.