The front door creaked open, and Bryetun stepped into the house, weighed down by a long day of work. “Vyn?” he called out, but there was no answer. He shrugged off his coat and loosened his tie as he made his way through the quiet house.
As he approached the kitchen, he heard a soft moan that made his exhaustion evaporate. He quickened his pace, his curiosity piqued. As he entered the room, his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
Vyn was bent over the kitchen counter, their sheer robe barely concealing their curves. They looked over their shoulder and smirked. “Well, hello there, Daddy. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Bryetun raised an eyebrow and walked over to Vyn, running his hands over their hips. “Like what you see, Daddy?” Vyn purred.
Bryetun bent Vyn over further, gripping their hips. “Oh, Daddy, yes!” Vyn called out. Bryetun started to thrust, his hands tightening on Vyn’s hips.
Vyn looked back, their eyes sparkling with mischief. “Is that all you got, Daddy?” they taunted. Bryetun growled and increased his pace. “Yes, Daddy, just like that.” Vyn moaned as their bodies slapped together.
Soon, they were both panting and close to climaxing. “Oh, Daddy, I’m close,” Vyn gasped. Bryetun thrust a few more times before reaching his own peak.
They both caught their breath, Bryetun still inside Vyn. He pulled out and led them to the bedroom. Vyn pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. “My turn to be in control, Daddy,” they grinned.
Bryetun laughed. “Oh, you think so?” Vyn started to move, grinding against him. Bryetun reached up, gripping Vyn’s hips. Vyn leaned down, their breath hot against Bryetun’s ear. “You like that, Daddy?” they whispered.
Bryetun growled, “Yes, Vyn, I do.” Vyn picked up the pace, their bodies moving together. Bryetun sat up, wrapping his arms around Vyn. Vyn gasped, “Oh, Daddy, I’m close.”
Bryetun thrust up, meeting Vyn’s movements. Vyn moaned, reaching their climax. Bryetun followed soon after, holding Vyn close. They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and satisfied.
Vyn looked over at Bryetun, a playful smile on their face. “Good job, Daddy.”
Bryetun laughed. “I’ll try to do better next time, Vyn.”
Vyn snuggled closer. “I’ll hold you to that, Daddy.”
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