Just a little something

Phil smiled at Alex in the mirror, his fingers curling with the curves of her pussy as he pressed her harder against himself. "I would never **** you, baby," he assured her. "I just need a little something."

His fingers pressed tighter against her panties, feeling the lips of her pussy through the thin cloth as he pushed his hips forward, his cock pressing harder against her ass. Phil pumped his hips against her, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, holding her steady as he humped her ass.

Alex could only watch in the mirror as her dad pressed his cock against her almost naked ass again and again, his finger masturbating her, the other hand rhythmically squeezing the soft, hot flesh of her breast. The man grunted and panted in the teenage girl's ear, his thrusts getting more and more ****.

Then with a cry that almost hurt her ear, Phil pressed as hard as he could against her ass, his hand tightening on her pussy, but holding her as still as he could. She could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants, then a sudden, growing wet warmth soaking through her panties. The face he was making over her shoulder was one she never thought she would see. One of pure lust.

Phil held Alex like that until his cock stopped twitching, one finger pressing the cloth of her panties between her labia, his breath harsh in her ear. "That was wonderful, baby."

Her eyes closed, a tear slipping from the corner of one, tracing down her face. Little did she realize, now that her dad had started thinking of her in a sexual way, he would want to do this again. This, and much more.