Things heat up

Once more the tempo of the music changes, and even as she caresses her swollen pussy through her wet thong, she adjusts to the new beat. It’s faster this time, almost as if the music is in tune with her needs. She begins to move her whole body more wildly, shaking her head, feeling her hair spray around as she finds herself fully immersed in the sounds.

And while she dances, her hands are as active. The one holding the front of her dress high is moving with her body, causing the loose dress to leap around her, while her other hand presses against her thong, almost the least active part of her body, but the middle finger of that hand is certainly busy, as it curls against herself, running the tip between her lips, driving the wet material of her thong inside herself.

He watches her as she performs for him, and she can see his pleasure with her. He is sitting back, his arms behind his head as he relaxes deep into the chair. His legs stretched out ahead of him, and making no effort to hid the bulge now so clearly tenting his trousers, causing the front of them to be rising high up from his lap.

She senses as his eyes explore her, clearly going from where her hand is busy, up to her face, down onto her breasts which she can feel shake with her frantic shaking to the music, and occasionally even away from her, only briefly, obviously taking in the many other views all around her. But she doesn’t mind, she knows he can do as she pleases, and as his attention always soon comes back to her, she knows she is the centre of his thoughts.

She continues to perform for him, feeling her own pleasures grow as she so obscenely fingers herself in this public way. Soon the music changes again, calmer, and she reacts to it, almost saddened by the slower beat as she felt close to her own orgasm just before the change.

And as the tempo changes, she watches her daddy briefly glances around, and then lifts one hand up, clearly about to signal something...