Kyle stays home

Sarah didn't notice Chad leaving, her eyes were unfocused as Kyle was fucking her hard from behind, his hands gripping her hair. She barely managed to hold on to the window as she felt her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust, and she could feel the heat building up inside of her.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," she moaned, arching her back as he thrust harder. "Fuck me, yes." She could feel herself getting close, her body tingling with anticipation. Just as she felt the first wave of release washing over her, she caught a glimpse of Chad out of the corner of her eye. He was walking out of the house, looking none too happy. He waved at her, and with a mixture of guilt and excitement, she tried to wave back. But her hand was quickly captured by Kyle's and moved back behind her head. As Chad disappeared from view, her orgasm consumed her, her body shuddering with pleasure as she screamed, "I love you, Daddy."

Her orgasm crashed over her in a wave of pleasure, and she screamed out his name as her body tensed and her inner walls clenched around Kyle's thrusting cock. Her breasts flew free from the confines of her bra, bouncing wildly as she came. As she came down from her high, Kyle let her fall back onto the bedroom floor, her sweaty body pressing into his. She wrapped her arms around his leg, trying to catch her breath.

"I think we should take a shower," Kyle said with a wicked grin. "Clean up, get nice and ready for breakfast." He caressed her hair as she was wrapped around his leg still shivering from her orgasm. Sarah nodded, her breath still coming in ragged gasps as she looked up at Kyle. Her breasts, being slightly red from the friction, still stood out defiantly against her pale skin.

As they walked to the bathroom, naked, Kyle quickly got in the shower and threw her a sponge. "Get in and start cleaning me, I'm covered in sweat," he instructed, grinning. Sarah frowned a little and squeezed the sponge in her hands a couple of times, she looked unsure, confused even. "Kyle listen, I am find with you fucking me, I like it in fact, but I am not your maid," she said, trying to sound firm, but not really succeeding.

Kyle just chuckled and leaned against the tiled wall, watching her. "Oh come on, baby, don't be like that. I only ask because I find it arousing, you know, for you to clean the sweat of our sex." He paused, looking at her. "It is such a turn on for me, I swear!"

Sarah stopped for a moment, the sponge still held in her hand. She looked at Kyle, his physic was not special at all. At the same time, comparing him to Chad whose muscles were visible from under his t-shirt , she couldn't help but feel a little excited at the fact that it was Kyle who has just fucked her. She briefly touched her wet pussy, still dripping his semen. Maybe it wasn't so bad to clean him, if it turned him on.

"Alright," she giggled, giving in. "I'll clean you, but only because you're my dirty, sexy Daddy." She got into the shower, pressing her body against his, and started with his back. Her hands were shaking a little as she rubbed the sponge over his shoulders, feeling the wet, soapy touch of the sponge against his skin. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Does it really make you feel this good, Daddy?" she whispered.

Kyle's cock twitched in response, and he laughed a little. "Oh yeah, baby, it does," he murmured. "Now, why don't you clean my armpits for me?" He lifted his arms, presenting them to her. Sarah quickly raised her hand with the sponge but was stopped by Kyle's disappointed voice, "No-no baby. With your tongue!" He smiled wickedly.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement course through her. "O-okay, Daddy," she stammered. She shyly got close to his raised armpit and pressed her lips against the warm, damp skin. Her tongue darted out, swirling around his underarm hair, searching for any signs of sweat. As she licked, her hand with the sponge moved up and down his chest, her fingers occasionally brushing against his erect nipples.

Kyle let out a shuddering breath, his hands gripping the shower wall behind him. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and husky. "You're doing such a good job." She glanced up at him, feeling his gaze on her, and it only served to fuel her desire. She increased the pace of her licks, her tongue dancing over his skin as she worked the sponge over his chest.

Suddenly, he grabbed her head and moved it to his other armpit, growling, "You're doing such a good job there, baby." His hand gripped the back of her head, holding her in place as she continued to lick and clean his armpit. Her free hand moved down his abdomen, quickly reaching the hard cock. "Wow, I never though this cleaning stuff can be so erotic." Her breath was heavy as she licked her lips clean of his sweat.

Kyle's heart raced as she began to stroke his shaft, feeling it twitch in her hand. He gasped, arching his back against her. "Oh fuck, Sarah... I find a lot of things erotic. Next time I ask you to do something unusual, just assume it is because I find it hot, clear baby?" He panted, his eyes locked on hers.

Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Y-yes, Daddy." She stood under the water looking at Kyle's naked body and his hard cock, feeling desire. She moved closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Do you want me to suck you off?" She was saying it feeling her mouth to get watery.

Kyle looked at the housewife in front of him and chuckled, "No baby, let's get to breakfast! I'm starving!" He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, the soft terrycloth material caressing his skin. He stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his body onto the tiled floor.

Sarah watched as Kyle walked towards her, a mischievous glint in his eye. She felt a thrill run through her as he reached behind her, cupping her ass in his large hand. With a firm slap, he smacked her left cheek. The sound echoed through the bathroom, and she let out a yelp of surprise. Her cheeks burned red as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and desire. Kyle laughed, "You are just so cute with that red ass... In fact, let's just go naked today. You don't need any clothes when we're all alone in the house." She looked at him, unsure, but the thrill of being naked with him won out.

They made their way downstairs to find breakfast already waiting for them. Chad had prepared scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, setting it all out on the dining room table. Sarah's stomach growled as they approached, and she sat down in her seat, the slight burn of her buttcheek reminded her about their little game earlier. Kyle sat down next to her, a playful grin on his face.

"Sarah," he began, "Can you pour some syrup on my toast? I'm starving." His voice was deep and husky, his eyes locked on her chest as she reached for the bottle. As she leaned over the table, Kyle couldn't resist grabbing her large breasts and squeezing them tightly in his hands. She let out a soft moan, and he felt her nipples harden against his fingers.

"Mmph," she mumbled, still focused on pouring the syrup. Her other hand trembled as it held the bottle, and some syrup dripped down onto his plate. Kyle grinned and leaned forward, licking the syrup off her hand. He squeezed her breasts harder, causing her to arch her back slightly. "Ouch! Daddy, are you sure you do not want to fuck your slut before we eat?"