He was never home, they barely spoke, and even when her mother had been alive he had never been a good father to her or her siblings. Each slap reverberated up between her thighs… Hitting her vagina like a shockwave of rippling flesh and causing her clitoris to swell with want. “Of course he will!” She told him with a grin. He was aroused by this… By his own daughter. Sorry, are you?” He asked, as he ran a hand hard against her backside, causing his daughter to squeal and lurch forward. Her butt sticking out towards her father, her womanhood bare and fat for him to see if he should try; the cute tuft of pubic hair and all. Connor wrote to us from the front!”
“I see. Fuuck.”
The sounds of his stroking became faster and faster, and after what must have been the twentieth slap against her already red and sore bottom, she felt a hardness press against the top of one of her thighs… And a slight wetness.
