Just what he needs (1)

"Don't worry, baby," he whispered, kissing her ear.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief, despite the fact he still had one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, and his... his... well, he was pressing it against her butt.

Then without warning, Phil moved her away from the mirror, turning her, no, turning them, toward the desk. He walked her over to the desk without moving his hands until her thighs pressed against the edge. Then the hand between her legs did move, but just enough to grab the fabric of her panties and tear them from her body. "If you aren't willing to give yourself to me, I guess I'll have to take it," Phil growled. The hand that had been on her breast slid to her back and pushed her torso down over the desk.

"Dad, no! Stop!" Alex cried out, trying to get out from under his hand, but all his weight was on the hand pressing against her back. She couldn't tell what his other hand was doing since tearing her panties off, but the horrible zipping sound gave her a clue.

Then his naked cock touched her flesh, and she struggled harder, but it was no use. Her dad was much stronger than she was.

"Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?" Phil asked, his hand on his cock, pressing the tip hard against her...