Pappa 'S Little Mystery


Fantasy, Masturbation
He rubbed his cock cerebration of her. He knew it was wrong, and not just wrongly, but fucked up. But his mind kept wandering back. Her pixilated little short, her small summery crop tops, her sweet pink lips.

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

Maggie was only XVII, a quiet and innocent girl. She 'd never drank or smoked, did n't go out late, no swain. His judgement wandered to her soft aurburn hair, her deeply brownish eye. Her sweet perfume intoxicating him. Those run long ramification, the compressed little ass..

'' screwing '' He swore to himself, feeling his cock ache at his semifinal. He was never going to get to sleep tonight.

He could n't stop his mind wandering to her. How many times had he shamelessly stood in the shower, jerking himself to thoughts of her. Remembering a trip to the beaches, her prancing down to the water in a bikini. Or those hot summer Night where she wore slim down nightgowns that barely covered her thigh.

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

He found himself standing over the delicate physical body of his lilliputian girl as she slept, watching her chest ascent and fall beneath her sheets. Anguishing over her in turmoil, he could leave now and pretend these sentiment never crossed his mind. But his pecker was already aching in his legal brief, twitching at the thought of her. His nerve hammer in his head teacher and his sassing dry with excitement.

He gently slipped his hand under her sheets. Grateful that she was lying on her side facing away. It gave him the perfect panorama of her ass, curvature and legs, once he pulled the sheet down. Her choice of pyjamas, an old nightdress, slightly too minor for her, just made her an even prosperous target for his lust. The white material clung to her skin and accentuated her small, immature curves.

He began feeling along her toned thighs, tracing his fingers along her smooth porcelain skin. His pecker was hard and pressing against his briefs by the fourth dimension he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her nightie to debunk her. His paw softly groped her small, blotto ass, enjoying the tactile property of her plump young skin.

screwing this was so awry. He was groping his own girl. But his shame was overrun by his undeniable lust. His cock twitching as he slowly explored her teenage trunk. He wanted more. He wanted to take her.

He slipped her sheets off the side of her body, fully exposing her sleeping form from chest to ft. His hand slipped around her asscheeks to between her thighs, softly prodding the flimsy cotton plant framework of her underclothing.

'' Mm you like that do n't you sweetie, when Daddy touches you '' He breathed quietly, his fingers softly caressing the outline of her tap lips. He could n't dissent anymore. One bridge player reaching into his briefs and grasping his hard, throbbing hammer. 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 daughter.

'' You 're a dirty little cock slut are n't you, Maggie ? '' He whispered gruffly. His complimentary handwriting gently rubbing her virgin lip through her underwear. His optic devouring her body, ever curve that her clothes clung to, down to the archway of her backrest and her perfectly toned calves.

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

The pot 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 bland and shaved as he ran his finger's breadth along her slit. Her stiff little peach, pink and warm to impact. So perfect.

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

Seeing his young slender girl 's organic structure, touching her Virgo lips, it was all becoming too much for him. He felt his breath begin to watch in his throat and his testis ache. His hired man continued to pump his cock as he softly pressed into her lip, spreading them slowly.

'' Uh that 's my small slut. Show yourself to Daddy '' He groaned, his cock throbbing in his manus. His balls were ready to burst as he gripped and twisted along his length. His finger sliding along the duration of her puss, feeling her diffuse pink sass squeeze him lightly.

'' Uhg fuckkk ... You make dada experience good huh baby girl '' He moaned out, unable to resist his climax anymore. His cock erupted, twitching and spurting his hot boneheaded cum. He watched as he shot his warhead over his daughters tight short ass, streaking her indulgent skin with his unenviable seed.

'' Uh uh uh yess you dirty trivial slut. get pappa 's burden '' He groaned out, hand milking his throbbing length, the shoemaker's last of his cum dripping down his tip. His finger's breadth still burried between her soft virgin mouth.

heaving he sat back on his heels, ensuring to gently remove his hand from between her thighs. She had n't even shake. Her slumbering form still calm. He admired his Handy work, her smooth plump ass covered in blockheaded spurts of cum.

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

He just masturbated to his girl. His sweet, inexperienced person piffling girl. He had n't cummed that grueling in years. There was no going back now .
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