She felt herself breathing harder, her body anticipating his touches and leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his thighs, his knees raised around her, letting him touch her, letting him wrap his hands around her breasts, kneading her swollen tits his hands slippery under her suit.

Collin leaned forward, his daughter's back in the round of his arms and chest, kneading her breasts, kissing her shoulder. His cock was hard in his suit, and scooting against her even more, Linsey shifted, squirmed against him, feeling her father's cock rigid and swollen hot hard against her lower back.

"Does my little girl feel Daddy's cock?" her father intoned with...