He was still stroking slowly, but his grip on his c**k was firmer. Angie peeled off the towel and sat with her long, smooth thighs apart. Her heart raced as she spread her slippery p***y lips with her fingers, massaging her slit while her father openly watched. He groaned, his sculpted chest heaving. Angie thought she might explode, letting him see her finger dip inside her sheath. She drew it back out slowly, and sent two fingers back in on the next stroke.
"That's really filthy, Daddy," she said in a matronly tone. "I can't believe you're such a freak."
Her fingers were soaked, sliding so easily in and out of her hole now.
"Like father, like daughter," he said.
"I'm hardly in the same league as you."
He laughed. His c**k looked even bigger now, if that was possible. "You just jerked
