"I know you like it, Daddy," she said. "I've practically been throwing myself at you all day, and you've been trying so hard to be good. But I don't want you to be good, Dad. I want you to love me like you're not supposed to."

Ryan tried to say something, but words just wouldn't seem to form. Instead, he dropped his hands over the rounded cheeks of Charli's tight ass and squeezed firmly. She stroked his cock continuously, and then brought her other hand to the waist of his pants and started pulling them down.

Charli began pulling her father's loose pants down his legs, gradually squatting down in...