And beyond.

Pulling out of Aor’s ass I take the time to make sure I am scrubbed perfectly clean before I follow her out of my steamy bathroom. The head start has given her a chance to dry her hair as much as she can but it still runs in golden thickets down her back. The same golden sheen bathes the rest of Aor’s supple frame. Her tight body only showing the slightest hint of having carried a baby inside, the faintest hint of some tiger stripe stretch marks on her hips is all I could see if I tried looking. Did she have enough time to cover herself with a bronzed skin lotion? How is it possible she can be so polished and radiant all of the time?

If she wouldn’t have time for lotion, Aor has had time to get herself ready and in position for me. Legs towards me, head away at the top of the bed. Aor is on her knees with her ass shining back at me, shoulders down and face nestled gently into my pillow in case she needs to scream. Or bite down on something.

“See anything you like?” Aor purrs at me as I take my time drinking her in.

“So much that I like and want,” I tell her, climbing up onto the bed and starting my crawl towards her.

Reaching her spread ankles, I run my hands along her calves before kissing the toned muscles in her lower legs. My lips and kisses follow upwards past her knees to her hips. My lips pressing against her smooth bum as I draw closer to the centre. My face diving between her canyon as I lay a kiss against the rose of her rear. Puckered lips against puckered…

Aor moans and arches back in uncontrolled need. The warm-up in the bath has got her bubbling fervently. As I straighten up onto my knees behind her I can see from the churning waters running free of her pussy that no more teasing is required.

Still… I like to hold off just that little bit longer before I take my thrill. “How do you stay so fucking gorgeous? You’re practically golden and glowing” I ask.

I hear Aor actually giggle. “I bleach it. My arsehole,” she tells me, “for you… Daddy.”

Oh God! To hear Aor call me Daddy sends a shiver up my spine and pulse through my cock. In anybody else, I’d think it would sound stupid. But with Aor, it’s electric!

She knows she got me too as she reaches back to spread her cheeks open wider for me. I run the tip of my cock through the gruel of her pussy before pressing it into the little dot of her arse that she’s opened up for me.

“Yesss Daddy!” Aor calls back out to me as I press my raging cock back inside her anus.

Her already stretch and loosened wall accepting me as if it is where I belong.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard,” Aor commands as she pushed her ass back against my cock driving as much of me inside her as she can.

This isn’t the gentle start of lovemaking but the violent and passionate end as I fuck Aor’s arse with as much speed and pressure as I can give. Aor takes it and gives it back. Her tight little ring gripping and sliding along my cock like a pneumatic seal. As rough and as forceful as I am, it doesn’t seem right to spank Aor on the arse though. Her beautiful golden rear is just too perfect to ruin with palm prints.

“Fuck! Shit! I’m going to cum Daddy! Fuck… Shit… Cunt!” Aor loses coherency on her dirty talk as she orgasms. Spitting out random vulgar swear words as they pop inside her brain that has otherwise stopped working.

Aor’s vice-like arsehole has me leaning over her 45-degrees as she grips onto me. Not letting me move, not letting me pull out but instead dragging my cum straight out of me.

“Fuck! Cumming!” is all I can tell her as I too experience brain failure at the seismic powers at work.

“Daddddddyyyyy,” Aor moans back as she feels me empty myself inside her. Not pulses but a constant stream of cum busting free into Aor. Her petite body strong enough to hold my thrashing away against her.

Drained. Satiated. And blissfully free-floating, Aor and I collapse onto the bed beside each other. Her back-pocket sealed shut with all of me inside her as she curls up beside me. My sheets messed as they so frequently are.

“Sweet Baby-Jesus Aor! You are incredible!” I tell her as we attempt to catch our breath.

“You know we’re all Buddhists in Thailand?” Aor says playfully as wriggles back into me as I wrap her up in an enormous cuddle.

“So, I’ve never made you call out to God during it?” I counter.

“Occasionally,” she agrees laughing.

I wrap my arms around her finely crafted breasts, kissing her beautiful neck and shoulders as we soak of the post-orgasmic bliss.

“Hangover all gone now?” I ask knowing she must be feeling that much better afterwards.

“Completely cured,” she tells me and I’m pleased.

“I guess you could say, Daddy, knows best.”

I get another laugh out of Aor for that horribly cheesy line. “Did you like that?” she asks checking.

“It was unexpected but hot. I liked it,” I admit.

“I could tell. You practically rammed herself inside me as soon as I said it,” Aor says turning her head back around to kiss me on the lips.

“Which is what you wanted anyway.”

“Daddy knows best,” Aor echoes my words.

I just have the slightest nagging feeling there may be some reason for all the Daddy talk. “Anything bring all that on tonight?”

Knowing she’s been caught Aor rolls onto her back unable to meet my eyes for the moment.

Just before Aor speaks a sudden thought flashes through my mind. Oh shit! I’ve got Aor pregnant.

“My period came back last month,” Aor starts.

Oh shit! Here it comes. “Are you?” I can't quite bring myself to say the words.

Aor shoots a look to me. “What? No!” when she realises where my minds at. Instant relief that I hope I keep off my face. “I’m right in the middle of my cycle. You know… fertile and I haven’t had time to get anything just yet. I knew if I took you in the front, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I’d have to have you cum inside me. I couldn’t risk that no matter how much I’d want it.”

“The girls would kill us,” I say following along.

“Yui, no. Piya, yes! You have to put a baby inside her no matter what!”

“But she can’t have any,” I say knowing her plight just as well as Aor does.

“She’ll find away. Trust me. There nothing she can’t do,” Aor says vehemently and I believe her.

Heavy talk out of the way Aor and I draw back into each other. Kissing for the enjoyment and savouring of each other. Our bodies cooling and drying once again.

"Could you really get pregnant again so quickly?" I ask now that my mind isn't freaking out.

"My mother had eight children in eight years. Two were twins," Aor tells me.

"Wow! That must have been some crowd growing up."

Aor tells me of her childhood growing up back in Thailand and what it was like. Poor with never enough food growing up but surrounded by family and so much love. One of the reasons she doesn't want her son to be an only child.

After some time and learning much about Aor she asks, “should we get some sleep now?”

“More kisses first.”