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she had one hand between her legs, rubbing her shaved pussy furiously, almost desperately. Phil could smell Haley's arousal from the doorway, and he licked his lips, his cock throbbing in his pants, precum leaking from the tip.

"Oh, my god, Dylan," the girl moaned, her other hand playing with her bare breast, tweaking the nipple. Phil forgot himself and stepped in the room, rubbing the front of his pants, feeling the ridge of his cock through the fabric as he moved to the foot of her bed, seeing between her spread legs clearly, watching as her finger slid between her labia, into her pussy, then out as her moistened finger started circling her clit.

The teen started rubbing in harder, small circles, and Phil could tell she was cumming, her body twitching, her neck arching as she cried out in pleasure.

"That was beautiful," Phil muttered as he watched her body slump after her orgasm, and Haley's head popped up, looking at her dad, her eyes going from his face to the hand that still rubbed the visible bulge in his pants, and back to his face. She opened her mouth, and said...