Dad-daughter bonding

The Home Workout – Hands-On Guidance

Back inside, Stefano rolled out two yoga mats in the living room. "Stretches first," he said, dropping into a deep lunge.

Rebecca mirrored him, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. "So, what’s with the sudden fitness kick?"

"Needed a change," he said simply, watching as she bent forward, her bubble butt jutting out obscenely.

He moved behind her, the sinful father's hands settling on her wide hips. "Deeper," he murmured, applying gentle pressure.

Rebecca gasped as she sank further, her toned thighs trembling. "Fuck—that burns."

"Good." His thumbs traced circles just above the waistband of her leggings. "Means it’s working."

She shot him a playful glare over her shoulder. "You’re enjoying this too much."

You have no idea.

They moved through a series of stretches, Stefano’s touches lingering just a second too long each time—his palm skimming the curve of the redhead vixen's spine as she arched, the middle-aged man's rough fingers brushing the back of her knee as she balanced.

"Huu... That was nice. You are really getting into this, dad!"

By the time they switched to cardio, Rebecca was glowing, his daughter's pale skin flushed whether from arousal or the workout he couldn't tell, her movements fluid.

"Alright," Stefano said, rolling his shoulders. "Now the fun part."

His gaze trailed down to her crotch, and just as he expected, a wet creamy splotch spread on her leggings, the outline of his princess' fat pussy clearly visible.