
I walk into the study to find you sitting there, a smirk spreading over my face as I loosen my tie. “Baby? What are you doing?” Your eyes quickly dart off the page up to me standing over you with a wide smile. “I’m drawing daddy.”
My smirk turns crooked with a hmmph. “No baby I obviously can see you are drawing, the question was more directed at the fact you are bare ass on my sofa.” This time your eyes don’t leave the page. “I got to hot drawing this daddy.” a light giggle and blush as you crayons and scribble over the pad. My eyebrows raised “What could you be drawing that got you so hot you had to take your clothes off?”
I watched you set down the crayon and look back up at me “Finished!” a proud happy grin “I was drawing you daddy, you always get me hot!” Then you turn the notepad toward me to show a primitive series of images of a man and girl holding hands, another of them kissing, and then the last one of the girl sucking on the man’s cock. Mine immediately responded to the concept with an understanding of how hot the room suddenly felt. I removed my tie and started to unbutton my shirt. “See daddy it is hot in here, now come give me a kiss so I can take care of your pretty cock.”