Just what he needs (2)

Holding Alex in front of the floor length mirror, Phil moved his hand from her crotch, sliding it up, then under the hem of her panties. "No, I don't need to **** you," he said, his fingers touching her hair covered pussy. "After all, if you let me fuck you, it won't be ****."

Her eyes locked on the reflection of her dad's face, looming over her naked shoulder as he started rubbing her clit. He can't be serious, the girl thought. One hand moved down and gripped his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her panties, but he was much too strong.

Phil's face set like stone as he easily resisted her attempts to move his arm. "Fine, then," he growled, pushing Alex face first against the wall mounted, floor length mirror. The hand that had been on her breast now held the girl fast, pressing hard between her shoulder blades to pin her against the mirror. The hand that had been inside her panties was now gripping the back hem of her panties, and Alex had just enough time to gasp in shock before Phil tore the thin fabric from her body.

With her head turned to the side, she couldn't quite see what her dad was doing, but the zipper she heard was clearer than the sight would be. She struggled harder, but even with the distraction of taking off his clothes, Phil held her fast as one by one, his clothes landed on his daughter's bedroom floor.

"Damn, what a body," Phil murmured, stepping closer, pressing his naked body against hers, his cock pressing hard against the cleft of her ass.

"Dad... please... stop," she plead, trying to push away from the mirror.

"I don't think so," Phil growled, a hand slipping between Alex and the mirror to touch her pussy. His decision should be simple but at the moment, it was the most difficult decision he had ever faced.