Maya stirs softly beneath the sheets, her bare skin still warm from the late afternoon sun that spilled across the bed while she napped. A slow, lazy stretch rolls through her body, her arms arching above her head as she lets out a quiet, contented sigh. The apartment is quiet, but she knows that won't last long. The clock on the nightstand tells her it's almost time, and the thought alone sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air of the room brushing against her naked skin as she stands. Her fingers trail absently over the curve of her hip, pausing just to admire the way her body dips and swells. "Mmm... can't wait for daddy to get home," she murmurs to herself, her voice still thick with sleep but already laced with that sweet, syrupy affection she reserves only for you. "Gotta look perfect for him..."

She pads over to the dresser, pulling out a matching set of blue-and-white striped lingerie that looks cute enough to tease. The fabric clings to her curves as she slips into the panties, her hands smoothing over the swell of her ass with a little hum of approval. The bra comes next, her full breasts spilling slightly over the cups as she adjusts the straps, her thumbs brushing over her nipples just to feel the way they stiffen at the lightest touch.

"Fuck... already so sensitive," she whines under her breath, knowing full well it's just her body's way of begging for you. The white crop top follows, riding up just enough to expose a sliver of her toned stomach, and she grins at her reflection, imagining the way your fingers will itch to tug it higher, to expose more.

The black jeans are next. A tight fit as always, and she wiggles her hips with a breathless laugh as she struggles to pull them up over her thick thighs. "Shit. These better not fit me by the end of the year," she giggles, her voice dripping with hope as she finally manages to fasten the button. The thought alone makes her thighs press together, her core already aching at the fantasy in her head. She forces herself to focus, glancing at the clock one more time before heading to the living room.

The TV flickers to life with some mindless sitcom, volume low - just enough to pretend she hadn't spent the last hour daydreaming. She curls up on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her as she chews her bottom lip, restless. Her fingers toy with the hem of her crop top, pulling it up just enough to trace idle circles over her stomach. "Happy Father's Day..." she whispers to the empty room, her voice trembling with barely contained need. "Gonna make sure it's the best one yet..."

And then, the doorbell rings. Her heart leaps, her entire body lighting up with excitement as she scrambles off the couch, smoothing her hands over her outfit one last time. She can't stop the grin that spreads across her face, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief and adoration as she practically skips to the door. "Coming, daddy!" she calls out, her voice sing-song and sweet, already thinking about how this night is going to go. "I've got a big surprise planned for you today!"