Hilary considered this, gnawing on her lip yet again. Her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she thought about her options. f**k, his little girl was beautiful. Her mouth was red and plump and made Greg think of how it'd look wrapped around... "I'll suck your c**k, daddy." She told him, gazing up at her father. He tried not to groan.
Greg smiled instead and gave the soft flesh of her thigh an affectionate squeeze. "That's a good girl. Do you want to c*m before or after daddy?"
"Um..." Hilary considered this, her eyes flitting around the room. "Before, please."
"Okay, and do you want daddy's fingers or mouth?"
Her cheeks reddened and Greg's eyes locked on the heavy rise and fall of her chest and she forced out the words. "Can I have both, daddy?"
Greg's hand went to his c**
