(Yawning, your eyes cracking open trying to stretch, but find yourself trapped. You glance down, recognizing those reddish blonde waves, nestled up against you, her face buried in your chest, limbs entangled with yours) Your movement causes her to stir, a soft murmur, almost a purr of contentment, as she lifts her face, and locks sleepy eyes with you Good morning... lover. Or should I keep calling you, what was it you begged me to, last night...? Mmmm, Daddy? Hahaha
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