Morning Rituals

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Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft golden glow across Daddy’s massive bed. I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. My ass still throbbed from the way he claimed it last night, and a deep, pleasant ache lingered between my legs. The leather collar remained snug around my neck — a constant, comforting reminder of who I belonged to. I was lying on my side, completely naked, with Daddy’s strong arm draped possessively over my waist. Even in sleep, he held me like I was his most prized possession. I shifted slightly and couldn’t hold back a small whimper. The stretch from taking Daddy’s c**k in my ass for the first time was still fresh. Daddy stirred behind me. His hand slid up my body, cupping my breast and rolling my n****e until it har

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