For him to grope and finger her

A dozen possibilities raced through Izzy’s head, each of them as exciting as the next. She flitted through them, struggling to decide. This would be a moment she’d treasure forever.

Thinking wasn’t easy, though; her dribbly pussy was already staining her bedsheets—and that was through her shorts! Her feminine instincts were on overdrive, the presence of such a virile man causing her brain to short-circuit.

She wanted… she needed…

Release.

“Please touch me, daddy!” The words exploded out of her before she could stop them. “I’m so horny I can’t even think. J-just… just rub me and molest me and make me cum with your hands. If I can’t have your dick inside me, at least let me have your fingers!”

He smirked, and rumbled, “Come on then, my little eighteen-year-old. Crawl to daddy so I can play with your needy little pussy…” Walking over to her bed, he sat down a little distance from her.

A shiver ran through Izzy’s body at those words. Immediately, she crawled on all fours across her bed to her daddy and slid into his lap, her back against his chest. She almost came right then and there—the heat and musk wafting off of him was intoxicating. She could feel herself trembling, dizzy with arousal. Her heartbeat was in her crotch, her pussy throbbing and pulsing with need.

“Now, let’s see…” her daddy said, gently gripping her waist. “I know it’s your kitty that wants attention the most, but I think I’d rather start elsewhere. That’s okay, right?”

Izzy whimpered, pathetically desperate for her cunt to be fondled. Still, she didn’t want to upset him. “Umm… Okay, daddy…”

“Good girl,” he said, sending a shiver down her spine.