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Chapter 12 by Godzilla87 Godzilla87

Who is it?

Nobody

Haley froze at the sound of the door. Her dad tried to push her hand away from his crotch, but she batted his hand away and grabbed his shaft through his pants and squeezed firmly.

"Stop," she whispered as she put a finger to her father's lips holding eye contact with him. He nodded giving into his oldest daughter. Haley smiled knowing she had won. He was hers. She could do whatever she wanted to him or have him do whatever she wanted to her.

Haley moved her hand to his cheek and pulled her father's face to hers. She kissed him. The feeling of her lips against his felt strange at first. All the memories of kissing her daddy on the lips as a little girl came flooding back, just little pecks followed by "I love you, daddy."

But this was no little girl kiss, Haley made sure of that. He was going to remember this kiss everytime he fucked her mom.

Haley opened her mouth and slid her tongue past her father's lips. Their tongues met and Haley felt her pussy moisten. She wanted this as bad as her dad, maybe more.

Phil's resistance was completely gone as he wrapped his arms around Haley's waist with his hands meeting at her lower back. His fingertips grazed the top of her thong.

Before Haley could do any more, she felt her dad grab two handfuls of her soft ass-cheeks. He squeezed and rubbed while Haley swirled her tongue inside her dad's mouth.

Haley finally pulled back to look at her dad barely believing what she was doing. Haley had moved her arms behind her father's head. Her smile covered her entire face, from her big brown eyes to her soft pouty lips.

Phil continued to play with her ass. Haley could see the lust in his eyes. She knew he wasn't seeing his daughter. He was seeing a sexy, young brunette with a tight little ass that wanted nothing more than to be fucked.

Phil pulled Haley's crotch into his. She could feel his erection pressing through his dress pants. Her pussy became wetter from the feeling.

Phil began digging at her thong behind. His fingers probing along the thin strip of fabric in her asscrack down to her moist slit.

She couldn't believe how forward he was being. She may have been losing control to him and she wasn't about to let that happen.

How can she take it back?

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