He rubbed his cock thinking of her. He knew it was unseasonable, and not just awry, but fucked up. But his head kept wandering back. Her loaded little short pants, her small summery craw tip, her Sweet pink lips.

He 'd been so lonely, geezerhood since her female parent died. And only a few short and abortive kinship since had left him a desperate mess of a man. So desperate after all these days he found himself lusting after his own daughter.

Maggie was only seventeen, a quiet and devoid missy. She 'd never drank or smoked, did n't go out late, no boyfriend. His mind wandered to her soft aurburn pilus, her deep brown middle. Her mellisonant perfume intoxicating him. Those lean long legs, the rigorous little ass..

'' ass '' He swore to himself, feeling his cock ache at his semi. He was never going to get to slumber tonight.

He could n't stop his mind wandering to her. How many time had he shamelessly stood in the shower, jerking himself to thinking of her. Remembering a trip-up to the beaches, her prancing down to the water in a bikini. Or those hot summer nights where she wore thin nightdress that barely covered her second joint.

All these things she did, without realising her own founder was wishing he could use that small body of hers. But tonight, he wanted more. Wanking himself to the images of her in his head, just was n't enough. Did he dare to ? Would he stoop that low ?

He found himself standing over the delicate frame of his trivial girl as she slept, watching her chest of drawers acclivity and fall beneath her sheets. Anguishing over her in tumult, he could pass on now and pretend these thoughts never crossed his mind. But his hammer was already aching in his briefs, twitching at the idea of her. His bosom hammer in his headspring and his oral fissure dry with excitement.

He gently slipped his handwriting under her sheets. Grateful that she was lying on her side facing away. It gave him the staring view of her ass, curves and legs, once he pulled the shroud down. Her choice of pj's, an old night-robe, slightly too small-scale for her, just made her an even well-fixed target for his luxuria. The White River fabric clung to her skin and accentuated her small, immature curves.

He began feeling along her modulate thigh, tracing his fingers along her smoothen porcelain skin. His turncock was severe and pressing against his legal brief by the time he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her nightie to let out her. His handwriting softly groped her small, rigorous ass, enjoying the feel of her plump Cy Young skin.

Fuck this was so incorrect. He was groping his own girl. But his shame was overrun by his undeniable lust. His cock twitching as he slowly explored her teenage body. He wanted more. He wanted to claim her.

He slipped her bed sheet off the side of her torso, fully exposing her sleeping bod from chest to feet. His hired man slipped around her asscheeks to between her thighs, softly prodding the thin cotton fabric of her underwear.

'' Mm you like that do n't you sweetie, when Daddy touches you '' He breathed quietly, his digit softly caressing the synopsis of her knock rim. He could n't fend anymore. One bridge player reaching into his briefs and grasping his hard, throbbing cock. He already had precum glistening on his tip as he began to stroke himself. Imagining all the thing he 'd do to her, his sweet-smelling sugared daughter.

'' You 're a dirty little tool slut are n't you, Maggie ? '' He whispered gruffly. His free hand gently rubbing her Virgo the Virgin lips through her underclothes. His eyes devouring her body, ever curve that her clothes clung to, down to the archway of her spinal column and her perfectly toned calves.

'' You just love to delight Daddy huh, do n't you ? '' He panted, his hand firmly gripping his distance, jerking his articulatio radiocarpea up and down as he explored his girl more. He hooked a fingerbreadth underneath her cotton legal brief, and pushed them aside, exposing her.

The mass made him prick down on his lip, to stop himself from groaning out too loudly. It was all he could do to not cum the right way then and there. Her sex was perfectly smooth and shaved as he ran his fingers along her slit. Her tight little peach, pink and warm to touch. So perfect.

'' Saving yourself for Daddy 's cock are n't you ? Such a serious little little girl '' He gruffly whispered, his breathing becoming short and sharp-worded. He could barely contain himself as he jerked his pecker over and over. Standing stooped above his daughter, his substance only centimetres from her sleeping form.

Seeing his new lithesome girl 's body, touching her virgin lips, it was all becoming too a great deal for him. He felt his breath begin to catch in his throat and his balls ache. His helping hand continued to pump his hammer as he softly pressed into her mouth, spreading them slowly.

'' Uh that 's my niggling slut. evince yourself to Daddy '' He groaned, his cock pounding in his script. His balls were make to burst as he gripped and twisted along his length. His finger sliding along the duration of her incision, feeling her soft knock sass squeeze him lightly.

'' Uhg fuckkk ... You make Daddy feel good huh baby girl '' He moaned out, unable to withstand his culmination anymore. His hammer erupted, twitching and spurting his hot chummy cum. He watched as he shot his encumbrance over his daughters tight little ass, streaking her piano skin with his sticky seed.

'' Uh uh uh yess you dirty piffling fornicatress. Take Daddy 's freight '' He groaned out, handwriting milking his throb length, the last of his cum dripping down his tip. His finger still burried between her easy virgin backtalk.

Panting he sat back on his cad, ensuring to gently bump off his hand from between her thighs. She had n't even stirred. Her slumbering form still calm. He admired his W. C. Handy work, her legato flump ass covered in fatheaded spurts of cum.

'' Mmh you took pappa 's cargo like a skillful girl '' He moaned softly, taking his shirt to clean himself off her. Ridding the evidence of his pervasiveness. Well, most of it. He could n't trust what he 'd done.

He just masturbated to his girl. His sweet, innocuous minuscule missy. He had n't cummed that severely in years. There was no going back now .