He rubbed his stopcock thinking of her. He knew it was wrong, and not just wrong, but fucked up. But his intellect kept wandering back. Her close little drawers, her small-scale summery craw crown, her Sweet knock backtalk.

He 'd been so lonely, year since her female parent died. And only a few short and unsuccessful relationships since had left him a desperate raft of a man. So desperate after all these years he found himself lusting after his own daughter.

Maggie was only seventeen, a serenity and innocuous missy. She 'd never drank or smoked, did n't go out late, no boyfriends. His thinker wandered to her soft aurburn fuzz, her deep brown eyes. Her sweet-smelling perfume intoxicating him. Those lean long legs, the besotted short ass..

'' Fuck '' He swore to himself, feeling his dick ache at his semitrailer. He was never going to get to slumber tonight.

He could n't stop his mind vagabondage to her. How many multiplication had he shamelessly stood in the shower bath, jerking himself to idea of her. Remembering a trip to the beaches, her prancing down to the water system in a two-piece. Or those hot summertime nights where she wore sparse nightgowns that barely covered her thighs.

All these things she did, without realising her own father was wishing he could use that fiddling eubstance of hers. But tonight, he wanted more. Wanking himself to the range of a function of her in his psyche, just was n't enough. Did he dare to ? Would he bend that low ?

He found himself standing over the delicate chassis of his minuscule fille as she slept, watching her chest advance and crepuscle beneath her sheets. Anguishing over her in hullabaloo, he could result now and make believe these thoughts never crossed his brain. But his cock was already aching in his Jockey shorts, twitching at the cerebration of her. His meat pounding in his head and his backtalk dry with excitement.

He gently slipped his hand under her weather sheet. Grateful that she was lying on her side facing away. It gave him the double-dyed view of her ass, curves and legs, once he pulled the canvass down. Her choice of pyjamas, an old nightie, slightly too little for her, just made her an even easier quarry for his lust. The Andrew D. White material clung to her skin and accentuated her small, unripened curves.

He began feeling along her strengthen thigh, tracing his finger along her smooth porcelain skin. His shaft was strong and pressing against his briefs by the time he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her nightgown to expose her. His hands softly groped her small, wet ass, enjoying the feel of her plump Young skin.

Fuck this was so haywire. He was groping his own daughter. 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 tack off the slope of her dead body, fully exposing her sleeping phase from pectus to groundwork. His hand 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 pappa touches you '' He breathed quietly, his digit softly caressing the outline of her garden pink sass. He could n't resist anymore. One hand reaching into his briefs and grasping his hard, throbbing peter. He already had precum glistening on his tip as he began to stroke himself. Imagining all the things he 'd do to her, his sweet sweet-smelling daughter.

'' You 're a colly short cock slattern are n't you, Maggie ? '' He whispered gruffly. His free hand gently rubbing her virgin lips through her underwear. His centre devouring her organic structure, ever curve that her clothes clung to, down to the arch of her back and her perfectly toned calves.

'' You just have a go at it to please pa huh, do n't you ? '' He panted, his bridge player firmly gripping his length, jerking his wrist up and down as he explored his girl more. He hooked a finger underneath her cotton fiber briefs, and pushed them aside, exposing her.

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

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

Seeing his new sylphlike daughter 's torso, touching her Virgin sass, it was all becoming too a good deal for him. He felt his breath begin to trance in his throat and his balls ache. His hand continued to pump his pecker as he softly pressed into her rim, spreading them slowly.

'' Uh that 's my piffling slut. Show yourself to Daddy '' He groaned, his cock throbbing in his paw. His nut were ready to erupt as he gripped and twisted along his length. His finger sliding along the length of her slit, feeling her indulgent pink lips squeeze him lightly.

'' Uhg fuckkk ... You make papa feel sound huh infant young lady '' He moaned out, unable to resist his climax anymore. His cock erupted, twitching and spurting his hot deep cum. He watched as he shot his load over his daughters tight little ass, streaking her lenient skin with his awkward seed.

'' Uh uh uh yess you dirty little strumpet. pick out Daddy 's freight '' He groaned out, hand milking his throb length, the last of his cum dripping down his tip. His finger's breadth still burried between her soft virgin mouth.

Panting he sat back on his heel, ensuring to gently remove his hand from between her thigh. She had n't even touch. Her slumbering material body still calm. He admired his handy work, her smooth plump ass covered in stocky spurts of cum.

'' Mmh you took papa 's load like a good girl '' He moaned softly, taking his shirt to make clean himself off her. Ridding the evidence of his pervasiveness. wellspring, to the highest degree of it. He could n't trust what he 'd done.

He just masturbated to his daughter. His sweet, innocent little little girl. He had n't cummed that laborious in twelvemonth. There was no going back now .