Every time I held her, I found myself adoring how slender and petite she was, just like her mother. It excited me. Feeling randy, I slid my hands up to cup her lovely adolescent breasts. Sia laughed until I caressed, carefully squeezed, and teased her nipples into hardness with my thumb pads.“I’m trying to work, Dad,” she told me without much conviction.I kissed her hair, inhaling her scent. “I’m trying to help,” I murmured. Slipping a hand down, I cupped her crotch, adding pressure.Sia squirmed. “You’re not helping.”“Mmmm.” I rubbed her pussy through her jeans. “You sure?”She squirmed again.When I unbuttoned her jeans, Sia laughed lightly. She crossed her feet closing her thighs tightly as I fished down inside. Soft cotton brushed against my fingertips.A bit of force and I was cupping soft cotton covering Sia’s pussy.The dinner knife slipped off the slice of bread, spreading mayo on the counter.“Daaaad! I can’t make lunch when you’re doing that.”Tracing the outline of my daughter’s. I felt his cock hard against my thigh, I wrapped my legs around his hips and took him inside my waiting cunt. We both gasped, me from feeling him inside me and him from surprise. He lifted his head and peered down at me, his eyes flickering with excitement but mostly with love. We leant towards each other til our lips touched, we shared a love filled kiss with fire and passion. Our arms still wrapped around each other and not planning to let go, we continue kissing while he thrusts slowly into me, making love to me. My eyes shut close as I try to remember every detail, every detail and every ounce of love we felt here at this moment. He thrusts deeper, my moans fluttering around, painting the room with soft blues. As he speeds up, the color tints to a soft violet. He kisses my neck and lightly bites my shoulder, I gasp and wrap my legs around him tighter. I start thrusting my hips in rhythm with his, our bodies becoming one and our moans colliding with each other’s. I kiss him hard.
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