"You make me naughty, Daddy" she beamed up at her father, sliding down his stomach until she touched the bottom again.

"Oohhh Daddy, what's this in your suit?" she teased coyly.

Linsey pressed the flat of her hand against her father's erection through his suit.

"You're hard, Daddy, did I make you like this?" she mused in her little voice, cupping her father's balls in her other hand through his trunks.

"Why are you breathing so hard, Papa? Are my little hands making you feel good, Daddy? Is this, ... your cock, Daddy?" she breathed out hotly making herself gush, pushing her hand up and down her father's erection.

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