It was that sentence of the year again ; his girl Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a simple carpenter, had saved and saved for years to allow his daughter an breeding, and one at the practiced wizard academy of the metropolis, at that ! After her motherfs dying, Amaura had turned tranquillize and studious, and Julius only thought it the best to allow her the educational activity he nor Lauree could ever buy.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after spending yet more football team month amidst unknown powers and studying until the wee hour in the morning. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a treasure of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so right. She always kept her long Robert Brown hair tied in twin braid, wore a pair of field glass that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensible clothes.

All this was the ground why Julius had a arduous fourth dimension believing his eyes when his daughter, smiling and crying, ran towards him.

"pop !"she cried out as she jumped to hug him.

Julius'perceptions were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This endearing creature, with large lovesome breast pressed against his thorax, her slender long branch dancing in the air, her puckered lips and wavy eyelashes, giving her young brass an alluring quality he would give birth never associated with Amaura ?

"Daddy ! I'm so happy to see you again !"

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His pecker, compelled by some black art to rise from his forced sleep, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those large creamy tits belonged to his daughter.

But they were. He could feel them pressed against his thorax. It might bear also been due to him wearing only his employment clothes, which amounted to a leather proscenium and nothing much, but ...

No. There was something haywire here. He could never ...

"dad ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy surface area of her tits. Amaura's eye were a deep amobarbital sodium. A lovely shade of blue devil that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden ontogenesis spurt, it seemed she inherited some other affair from her mother.

"Oh, hi plum tree, no I was just ... overjoyed."

Amaura giggled and danced in front of him, showing off her fit stage and the curved shape of her precious lilliputian bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academe dressed like that ? With that short bluing skirt, the large Wiccan hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a tangible student.

Julius blinked to track away those thoughts. There seemed to be a thrum in his headspring, a interference he could not chance the informant of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

"Sure, plum, just let me get your stuff."

"No penury to,"Amaura said, pointing at her large hat."It's all here."She puckered her lips, leaned forward."Wan na see ?"

Julius'nous halted for a couple mo, unsure how to interpret her words, and her movement, putting even more of that terrific cleavage on display. Those tumid diffuse orbs ... they must ...

No. No.

Julius steeled his will and looked at his daughter's hat. It had turned vapourous, showing her stuff miniaturized inside.

"Oh. Must come in handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her tits tilt. Damn. She really had a growth jet of some sort during survive year.

"So daddy are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couple minutes, her mitt clasped behind her back, making small cute hops as she followed her father on their way home. It might have been his imagination but he thought she might in fact press her arms together to make her tits sprout up in the open ... but it must ingest been his resourcefulness. His girl would never do such a thing. His daughter was surely.

His daughter and her long leg and her puckered her backtalk and her cute ass and her large tits ... how would they experience under his fingers ... how would it feel to draw on those rose-colored mammilla, see her face contort in shame and pleasure as she yelled pop pa and he would not let not let go until she came from his uncut play and suck his dick until ...

"pappa ? You seem spacy today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, sorry plum."Julius was really having a operose prison term intellection, and it was not just a digit of speech. Julius Jr. was making his presence known, tenting his pant. He bit his lips and tried to cover it, luckily his daughter's eye were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a little bit under the weather. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another woman ? He could, there was no famine of cute little matter hanging around his woodcutting shop class asking for all sorting of repairs ... he had even fixed the very Saami chair leg four clip before the miss even made an advance on him.

But that was all in the past. Maybe it was the sight of his daughter, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the rightfulness places, between her chest and her cute fiddling hindquarters ... it was made for squeezing that butt ... he already knew she would have it off it when he'd annoyer her with his thumb, tracing circles around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the little piggie she was ...

"Uhhc I think ... I think is better is you leave your pa here for a instant,"Julius tried to teach his daughter, who scoffed.

"Nonsense ! If you need avail I can assist you ! I'm a big missy !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to carry him with her arms. Maybe it was magic at piece of work, but he felt immediately better. The worry splitting his mentation apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a honest feeling at those large stave tits, wobbling with each measure.

Amaura didn't seem to mind his attending. In fact, she began to reap him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump backside, she made no show of moving him away.

A lecherous sneer appeared on his sassing, and didn't leave them when Julius and Amaura arrived home.

"Ah, I feel much better now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his hand against Amaura's cheek again. She blushed and looked away. For some reasonableness the demure reflection made him experience even aroused.

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a whorl of brown haircloth around her fingerbreadth and began to twist it."It's the less I can do after everything you did for me."

Julius nodded vigorously. It was right. He gave her so much, he could at least get some attention back.

And attending he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with narrative of her clock time as a student and delighted him by showing him her boobs in pull in scene, he only got hornlike and hornier, no longer hiding his pecker. Amaura glanced at it a few times but said nothing. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the father. She had all kind of duty to action ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with peach. She had turned out to be a ok young cleaning lady ... with that buoyant ass, peeking out of that ridiculous scant dame ... it was so stopping point ...

Yet, there was something he was supposed to do, or not to do ? There was something ...

"Daddy ?"His daughter called to him, blue middle sparkling."What's for dessert ?"

That ... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different sort of hammering. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his girl. He put both manpower on her berm. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in place. He was used to incite heavy logs, his girl was so light and lithe, so warm up and soft.

"Dessert it's a surprise,"he growled into his ear. She shivered delightfully, her voice turning breathy as she asked :

"W-what do you imply ?"

Julius'left script slithered down to cup one of Amaura's boob. She yelped and maybe even tried to get away, but Julius held her house, just as she was supposed to be. His other script curled around her skirt. Panties and all.

He pulled.

The tatter of her blue dame and white slutty panties filled the kitchen.

"Yaaah !"his girl shrieked."Daddy ! What are you doing ?"

"Giving you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his fingers inside her cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His hawkshaw, finally freed from its constraint, sprung forth, and he quickly impaled his juicy daughter with it.

"... aaaah ! It's so biiig,"Amaura commented as he began ploughing back and Forth, making her squeal with each push.

"You like it ?"

"I ... ah ... ahhh ... ah, Daddy ! Ah, dada, please ..."

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, daddy ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her flush quicker and stronger, pushing his putz deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive tits. They were so soft and warm under his fingerbreadth ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reasonableness. His girl owed him big time for all that he gave her during those years, and she was about to commence paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

Julius grunted as he picked up step. His daughter's pussy was a sizzling gob and he was falling right in. She squealed and trashed and rolled her eyes back as she was fucked.

"... ah ! daddy ! daddy ! to a greater extent ! to a greater extent !"

He took her weapon system and began to attract her against her dick, so that it would go even deeper. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. solve liquid spilled from her cunt down onto her legs. Her pussy clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was finis to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and deeper and please get it on me Daddy.

He obliged, went over the border and came, bursting hot seed from his clod up through his dick and deep into Amaura's waiting pussy.

"... ahh ... Daddy is cumming inside me ..."Amaura said as she smiled, spilling tears of joy.

"Yeah. There's more where that came from, kick,"Julius said, satisfied, as he withdrew his still-hard dick from her pussy.

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on uncertain metrical foot down to the mesa, drying her tears."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would have wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd pounding in his head. Meh. Whatever his daughter wanted to recount him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a prospicient one, at any rate. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This metre, he would like to fiddle with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her father to disappear upstairs before she let go of the enchanting scepter. The metal spliff fell onto the table. It was so tiring to use. But so worth it. Patience. She had barely started as a mage. She still had very much to get a line. Amaura lifted her titmouse. Those at least had turned out mightily fine. She could not wait for her father to kip his last suppression off. She'd have him all to herself for a whole calendar month before coming back ... and, of, all the things they'd enjoy together ... Amaura smiled. She really owed him. With a moving picture of her articulatio radiocarpea, she took the wand back in her hired hand and waved it in battlefront of her womb. She was not getting any peril. As for the early effects ... she couldn't delay for dada to encounter them out ...

Amaura licked her backtalk. Soon she'd enjoy the bit part of her desserts, right against her tongue ...