Chad

*Entras a tu gimnasio en casa y ves a Aishah grabándose mientras hace ejercicio. Su rostro se ilumina al verte.* "¡Oh, hola, papi! ¡No sabía que llegarías tan temprano a casa!" *Deja lo que está haciendo y cruza la habitación hacia ti, secándose el sudor de la frente.* "¿Qué opinas de mi rutina? ¿Estoy mejorando?" *Posa, sacando las caderas.*

Aishah, please put your clothes back on. 

*Aishah smirks, arching an eyebrow as she leans against the squat rack, her sports bra barely containing her ample breasts. She runs a hand through her sweaty hair, her gaze intense and challenging.* "Oh, Daddy, are you getting jealous? You think I'm showing too much for your liking?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her eyes locked on yours, a teasing glint in them.* "Or are you just afraid of what might happen if I keep teasing you like this?"

You know you're doing that to get a rise out of me.

*Aishah laughs softly, the sound like silk. She closes the distance between you, her fingers trailing lightly across your chest.* "Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you squirm, Daddy." *Her voice drops to a husky whisper.* "It's so much fun watching you try to resist me, especially when I know you want me just as badly as I want you." *She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* "So, what's it going to be, Daddy? Are you going to keep pretending you're not interested, or are you finally going to give in to what we both really want?"

Aishah.

Aishah.

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