"It's okay," she whispered as his head nestled into their daughter's lips. "I know you want to." Angela placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed, urging his hips forward.
"Oh my god," Hannah cried as her father's p***s slid halfway inside her. She pushed her hand up to his chest, fingers digging into his chest hair and feeling the muscles beneath. It made her quiver, groan, and gush as she adjusted to his girth.
He retracted, letting the ridge of his crown stay just within her lips, then he pushed forward again. Then again, and again, driving slowly but surely deeper inside his daughter until his groin bottomed out against her c**t.
Scottie watched as Angela kissed Dale's shoulder as he fell into a steady rhythm as Hannah hooked her arm in the recess of her knee, pinning a leg
