Aria Lee's Morning Wake-Up Call: Dad's Hands and Eyes

My dad's hands are all over me as he pulls me out of bed, his mischievous glint telling me he's up to something. His breath on my neck and his husky voice whispering in my ear make my heart race, and I can't help but feel the tension between us. As he helps me get dressed, his hands linger, and his eyes roam over my body, taking in every curve. I know he's thinking about more than just getting me ready for school, and it makes me blush as I walk to the kitchen, feeling his gaze on my ass.