He rubbed his prick intellection of her. He knew it was incorrect, and not just amiss, but fucked up. But his brain kept wandering back. Her tight little shorts, her small summery crop tops, her sweet pink mouth.

He 'd been so lonely, years since her mother died. And only a few short and unsuccessful relationships since had left him a despairing mess of a man. So do-or-die after all these yr he found himself lusting after his own daughter.

Maggie was only seventeen, a tranquil and barren girl. She 'd never drank or smoked, did n't go out late, no boyfriends. His thinker wandered to her soft aurburn hair, her deep brown eyes. Her dulcet perfume intoxicating him. Those lean longsighted legs, the tight slight ass..

'' fuck '' He swore to himself, feeling his hammer ache at his semi. He was never going to get to kip tonight.

He could n't stop his mind roving to her. How many times had he shamelessly stood in the exhibitioner, jerking himself to mentation of her. Remembering a trip to the beaches, her prancing down to the weewee in a two-piece. Or those hot summer nights where she wore lose weight nightdress that barely covered her second joint.

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

He found himself standing over the frail frame of reference of his short missy as she slept, watching her breast rise and fall beneath her mainsheet. Anguishing over her in turmoil, he could leave now and affect these idea never crossed his mind. But his hammer was already aching in his briefs, twitching at the idea of her. His kernel pounding in his head and his mouth dry with excitement.

He gently slipped his mitt under her sheets. Grateful that she was lying on her English facing away. It gave him the arrant panorama of her ass, curves and legs, once he pulled the tabloid down. Her choice of pj's, an old night-robe, slightly too small for her, just made her an even sluttish target for his lust. The T. H. White material clung to her skin and accentuated her minor, young curves.

He began feeling along her tone up second joint, tracing his finger's breadth along her tranquil porcelain skin. His pecker was hard and pressing against his Jockey shorts by the clock time he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her night-robe to expose her. His hands softly groped her small, rigorous ass, enjoying the feel of her plump young skin.

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

He slipped her sheets off the side of her body, fully exposing her sleeping pattern from chest to feet. His hired hand slipped around her asscheeks to between her thighs, softly prodding the flimsy cotton fiber fabric of her underwear.

'' Mm you like that do n't you sweetie, when Daddy touches you '' He breathed quietly, his fingers softly caressing the scheme of her pink mouth. He could n't jib 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 thing he 'd do to her, his sweetness angelical daughter.

'' You 're a dirty little rooster hussy are n't you, Maggie ? '' He whispered gruffly. His free people hand gently rubbing her virgin lips through her underclothes. His eyes devouring her torso, ever curve that her clothes clung to, down to the arch of her cover and her perfectly toned calves.

'' You just love to please dad huh, do n't you ? '' He panted, his hand firmly gripping his duration, jerking his wrist joint up and down as he explored his girl more. He hooked a finger underneath her cotton Jockey shorts, and pushed them aside, exposing her.

The sight made him bite down on his lip, to stop himself from groaning out too loudly. It was all he could do to not cum proper then and there. Her sex was perfectly smooth and shaved as he ran his fingers along her slit. Her tight little apricot, pink and warm to pertain. So perfect.

'' Saving yourself for Daddy 's shaft are n't you ? Such a good little girl '' He gruffly whispered, his breathing becoming short and keen. He could barely turn back himself as he jerked his cock over and over. Standing stooped above his girl, his meat only centimetres from her sleeping form.

Seeing his Pres Young supple daughter 's trunk, touching her Virgin lips, it was all becoming too much for him. He felt his breathing time begin to fascinate in his throat and his balls ache. His hand continued to pump his cock as he softly pressed into her lips, spreading them slowly.

'' Uh that 's my little slut. Show yourself to pa '' He groaned, his cock pounding in his hand. His clump were ready to burst as he gripped and twisted along his length. His finger sliding along the length of her slit, feeling her soft pink sassing squeeze him lightly.

'' Uhg fuckkk ... You make dad sense good huh baby girl '' He moaned out, unable to defy his climax anymore. His tool erupted, twitching and spurting his hot fatheaded cum. He watched as he shot his consignment over his girl tight little ass, streaking her soft hide with his gummy seed.

'' Uh uh uh yess you dirty slight slut. Take Daddy 's load '' He groaned out, script milking his throbbing length, the finale of his cum dripping down his tip. His finger still burried between her soft virgin lip.

heaving he sat back on his heel, ensuring to gently withdraw his handwriting from between her thighs. She had n't even stirred. Her slumbering anatomy still calm. He admired his handy study, her smooth plump ass covered in midst spurts of cum.

'' Mmh you took pa 's load like a expert daughter '' He moaned softly, taking his shirt to pick himself off her. Ridding the grounds of his pervasiveness. wellspring, most of it. He could n't think what he 'd done.

He just masturbated to his daughter. His sweet, unacquainted little missy. He had n't cummed that firmly in years. There was no going back now .