Making the redhead vixen's wet dreams cum true

The Morning Sin – A Father’s Temptation

Her sheets were on the floor again.

This wasn’t unusual. Rebecca had always been a restless sleeper, the slender beauty's limbs tangled in the blankets by dawn, her pillow often flung halfway across the room. But this morning—

This morning, her oversized sleep shirt had ridden up, exposing the smooth, creamy swell of her bubble butt.

"Dayum..."

Stefano’s breath caught.

The thin fabric of her flower-patterned panties clung to her curves, the delicate material dampened between her toned thighs, darkened by the heat of her sinful body. The outline of his daughter's pussy lips was right there, the plump flesh slightly parted in sleep, glistening faintly in the dim light.

The middle-aged man's cock throbbed with need.

The Osiris Ring on his finger pulsed, its dark corrupt energy coiling up his arm like smoke.

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

"Mine," he whispered.

Stefano’s hands twitched.

Then—

He reached out.

The Sinful Touch – A Daughter’s Undoing

His fingertips brushed the curve of her fat ass, so lightly it could have been an accident.

"Hmmm..."

Rebecca didn’t stir.

Emboldened, Stefano let his palm settle fully against her, his fingers kneading the soft flesh experimentally.

Fuck.

She was warm, her skin like silk under his calloused hands.

His thumb traced the hem of her panties, dipping just beneath the lace to stroke the crease where her thigh met her ass. The redhead vixen's heat beckoning him further,

"Fuck..."

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"Hmmmhh!"

A soft, sleepy sound escaped her luscious red lips.

Stefano froze.

But she didn’t wake.

His pulse pounded in his ears as he dragged his fingers lower, skimming the damp fabric between her legs.

"Daddy…"

The whisper was so faint he almost missed it.

His blood burned.

Was she dreaming of him?

The thought sent a surge of possessive heat through him. His fingers pressed harder, rubbing slow circles over her covered pussy.

Rebecca’s wide hips twitched.

A whimper.

Then—

Her toned thighs parted just enough for him to slip a finger beneath the soaked fabric.