Baby ~ I do not want to go." "I know honey. But we'll see each other in a while." Shaking his head, he walked out of his class. I laughed to myself at their beautiful actions.
* After Class *
hugging me from behind, he kissed my neck. "Baby ~" running a hand through my hand, he rested it on my thigh. Letting out a small groan, he turned in his arms. "Come on, you naughty boy. We have class." He pouted, but nodded.
Walking to the study room, the teacher was out for today, which meant free time. ;). If you know what I
tell me Oppa and sat in the corner where no one could see us. He sat down and patted his lap. Obeying, I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. Playing with her hair, he smiled at me. Leaning close, he put his lips to mine.
Our lips moved in sync as our eyes closed and the rest of the world missed out. Facilitating his tongue in my mouth, he smiled as he explored my mouth. My tongue began to struggle with her as our make out session became more heated.
Rubbing his side, he slid his hand on my chest and felt my chest. I sobbed with touch, making him smile. "You like it baby?" I shook my head. "Yes. Papa" Leaning close, he whispered in my ear: "If you're a good girl, I'll reward you later." I nodded, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Okay Dad."
Entering the car Oppa, he drove out of the parking lot. He stopped at a red light and turned to me. "I was a good girl to your daddy." Placing his hand on my thigh, he slowly skidding that my skirt, hooking his finger in my breath hitched when he pulled them. "Off." Swallowing, I nodded. The light turned green, so he started driving, looking at me from time to time to see me get my panties. Once they were out, Dad reached out. "Hand them the baby." Looking at your hand, I put my panties in them. "Good girl." He smiled, filling my panties in his pocket.
Rest your hand back to my thigh, he slid over and over until he was just inches from my special place. Stopping the last red light, he smiled at me. Lifting up my skirt up, I looked at my now wet special area. "You're so wet for your Dad." Closing the gap between the finger and my vagina, he stuck his finger inside me. Letting out a small groan, he moved around, making me wetter. The light turned green, leading him to pout. Pulling out of me, I smiled. "We will continue this at home."
Walking into the house, Dad took my hand. Leading me down the aisle, he stopped at the door one I did not want him to open up. The Playroom.