Daddy 'S Little Closed Book


Fantasy, Masturbation
He rubbed his cock thinking of her. He knew it was damage, and not just legal injury, but fucked up. But his psyche kept wandering back. Her tight lilliputian underdrawers, her pocket-size summery crop tops, her sweet pink sass.

He 'd been so lonely, eld since her female parent died. And only a few poor and unsuccessful human relationship since had left him a desperate mess of a man. So do-or-die after all these geezerhood he found himself lusting after his own daughter.

Maggie was only XVII, a tranquil and innocent girl. She 'd never drank or smoked, did n't go out late, no boyfriend. His mind wandered to her soft aurburn hair's-breadth, her deep brown eyes. Her sweet essence intoxicating him. Those angle yearn legs, the rigorous little ass..

'' Fuck '' He swore to himself, feeling his cock ache at his trucking rig. He was never going to get to sleep tonight.

He could n't contain his mind vagabondage to her. How many multiplication had he shamelessly stood in the cascade, jerking himself to persuasion of her. Remembering a stumble to the beaches, her prancing down to the water in a two-piece. Or those hot summertime night where she wore lose weight night-robe that barely covered her thigh.

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

He found himself standing over the delicate frame of his little girl as she slept, watching her chest rise and fall beneath her sheets. Anguishing over her in turmoil, he could leave now and dissemble these opinion never crossed his mind. But his cock was already aching in his legal brief, twitching at the thought of her. His fondness pounding in his mind and his mouth 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 view of her ass, curves and pegleg, once he pulled the flat solid down. Her alternative of pajama, an old nightie, slightly too small for her, just made her an even easier object for his lust. The white fabric clung to her skin and accentuated her modest, immature curves.

He began feeling along her intone thigh, tracing his fingers along her smooth porcelain skin. His shaft was intemperate and pressing against his briefs by the time he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her nightdress to expose her. His hands softly groped her small-scale, tight ass, enjoying the tone of her plump young skin.

Fuck this was so wrong. He was groping his own girl. But his shame was overrun by his undeniable luxuria. His putz twitch as he slowly explored her teenage organic structure. He wanted more. He wanted to exact her.

He slipped her bed sheet off the side of her body, fully exposing her sleeping conformation from chest to pes. His deal slipped around her asscheeks to between her thighs, softly prodding the sparse cotton wool cloth of her underclothing.

'' Mm you like that do n't you sweetie, when dada touches you '' He breathed quietly, his finger's breadth softly caressing the lineation of her pinko lips. He could n't resist anymore. One hand 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 things he 'd do to her, his Henry Sweet confection daughter.

'' You 're a ill-gotten little putz jade are n't you, Maggie ? '' He whispered gruffly. His free hand gently rubbing her virgin lips through her underclothing. His eye devouring her consistence, ever curve that her apparel clung to, down to the arch of her back and her perfectly toned calves.

'' You just love to please papa huh, do n't you ? '' He panted, his hand firmly gripping his length, jerking his articulatio radiocarpea 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 sting down on his lip, to stop himself from groaning out too loudly. It was all he could do to not cum mightily then and there. Her sex was perfectly smooth and shaved as he ran his finger along her twat. Her tight little ravisher, pink and warm to touch. So perfect.

'' Saving yourself for dada 's cock are n't you ? Such a good little daughter '' 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 girl, his meat only centimetres from her sleeping form.

Seeing his untested supple daughter 's body, touching her Virgin lip, it was all becoming too often for him. He felt his breath begin to enamor in his throat and his balls ache. His paw continued to pump his cock as he softly pressed into her lips, spreading them slowly.

'' Uh that 's my trivial slut. Show yourself to Daddy '' He groaned, his cock throbbing in his hired man. His bollock were set up to burst as he gripped and twisted along his distance. His finger sliding along the length of her dent, feeling her diffused knock lips squeeze him lightly.

'' Uhg fuckkk ... You make Daddy feel near huh infant miss '' He moaned out, unable to resist his sexual climax anymore. His cock erupted, twitching and spurting his hot boneheaded cum. He watched as he shot his load over his daughters tight little ass, streaking her subdued skin with his sticky seed.

'' Uh uh uh yess you dirty little slovenly woman. Take pa 's load '' He groaned out, hand milking his throbbing length, the last of his cum dripping down his tip. His finger still burried between her soft Virgin sassing.

panting he sat back on his dog, ensuring to gently off his hand from between her thighs. She had n't even stirred. Her slumbering course still calm. He admired his ready to hand employment, her smooth plump ass covered in thick spirt of cum.

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

He just masturbated to his daughter. His Henry Sweet, innocent petty young lady. He had n't cummed that hard in years. There was no going back now .
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