She looked back at her father, the grey in his sideburns, the grey in his little patch of hair under his chin. The day old stubble on his face matching the length of his shaved head. She'd run her hands over his scalp many times, loving the feel of his soft bristly hair, teasing him, her sexy Daddy she'd think to herself. Her sexy Daddy, now practically r****g her. The thought sent a wave of tingling electric humming between her legs, into her breasts and her n*****s.
"Daddy?" she breathed, a sense of urgency, of worry in her voice. She realized the precariousness of her position, her father's power over her gripping her wrists, her arms behind her back, his hand on her leg, his c**k hard and pressed against her hip, her bottom burning hot, her p***y throbbing, slippery wet.
She was so t
