I pulled back and thrust again, harder this time. She was humping away on it like a horny cowgirl of the Serengeti. Indian hot sex I did exactly what she’d asked for. The vista she presented was breathtaking. I gave my hips a quick thrust and my cock plowed along the furrow of her pussy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Later that same night I was in bed reading. The world was full of lovers, but she only had one father. I could either be a good lover to her, or a good father. “Touch it, Daddy,” she pleaded quietly. “Look who I found hiding in the attic!” She didn’t stop humping as she spoke. I looked up into paradise. Her thin inner lips drew the eye from the small knot of her clit, along the length of her feminine crease, to the glorious hole that promised an assortment of forbidden pleasures. I knew I should be feeling more guilt about doing what I was doing to my daughter, but after having had my fingers in her pussy as much as I had over the past weeks this didn’t seem so much different.
