nt he left me at the door? Or the moment he messed me with his kisses? Or the time he tidy me up and patted my head? So I would just, nod my head, as an answer.

Then he touch my cheeks with his both hands, which became sticky, with my love juices. I can simply say, I can die because of that single touch.

He unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. Then he takes my hand and make me feel the hot, rapid pulse passing down his long, hard cord. He make me pull his thing out his pants. I began to stare at it.

Though it felt gross. I can take my eyes off from it. He push me on to the bed and lifts my legs up. Spread my hole. Sees it throbbing, he shove his thing deep inside with force.

After a 5 minute play round, he ram his white, thick, hot and sticky fluid in my hole. My eyes starts rolling in the eye sockets, with immense pleasure.

He took it off of the hole and I saw his thing, dripping his love juice and it felt like a stick dipped in vanilla ice cream. I want to lick that up. But can help getting up.

The hole inside me, is filled up with that hot fluid and I can help it to stay inside me anymore. Its oozing out and messing with my frock, under me, that he purposely put there. Neither I want to clean it up nor I want to let that juice flow out of my body.

Nevertheless, everything is happening opposite to my will. I, on bed, seeing him taking his shirt buttons off and and going inside the bathroom. Neither did I see him taking his shirt off nor his naked body.

I slowly amassed my energy and tried to get up. Sometimes I gets up and sometimes I just give in and sleep like a log. The time when I sleep, he will wake me up and make me eat the food with his hands. Today, I got up and went in another bathroom and had a quick shower. Changed into my regular pajamas.

He, asually, took a 10 minute bath. Wore his T-shirt and a 3/4th pant. While drying up his hair, he sits on the chair to dine.

I can help but look at him while he do that, and I won get bored at all. I place the food on the table and we both eat it together while asking about my day. But, he won tell me about his day.

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