Please Dad, no.

He was still over her, his warm breath at her ear, his warm thick cock pressing between her bikini covered ass cheeks. If she had panicked or wiggled free, screamed or yelled, or hip jerk hitting him hard in the balls he would of gotten the hint even in his drunk mindset. Yet she did not, to him that was an admittance of her sin in his eyes. "Shhhhhhh" he hushed in her ear, and leaning more on his one hand, his free hand came up to brush the hair from the side of her face. "Daddy would know how to do it right instead of some horny teenage..." he whisper another quote from her book. "Like your Diary, this can be a secret, and I am far better at keeping them, than you it would seem, but that is okay princess, we are alone, you want this..." he added.

His body was more leaning on his one side putting his weight mostly on his shoulder, as his body part rested on her oiled skin, his free hand slowly sliding between the towel and her breast, finding her nipple and playing with it softly.

Noriko didn't know what to do. She was torn between her bodies desire to give in to what her father was suggesting, and her mind was trying to argue she should resist, stop this madness. With him above her, cock pressed against her ass, spreading her cheeks, the warmth radiating through the thin fabric. His whispers in her ear were tender, even if dripping with desire, and his hand brushed her hair from her face. He spoke to her, whispering the words of her fantasy in her ear, suggesting this could be as secret as her diary. And her body screamed yes, she wants it, wants her dad to lay with her, make her a true women. Her mind still fought it, but it was a losing battle, especially when his hand slipped around the silken fabric of her bikini, caressing her breast. "Please don't Dad. Don't do this." she said, one last time, her final plea from the sane side of her mind that was fighting a losing battle against her teenage hormones and her fantasy.