SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

A tear rolled down Molly's cheek and it was genuine. Her ass was radiating so much heat she thought her father could roast marshmallows on it. Her pussy though, oh God, that was warm and dripping, as well. Even with her breasts pressed tight against the wooden desk, Molly could feel her nipples harden like little gemstones.

Finally, the spanking stopped. Molly knew her father would usually move down and rub her aching pussy. Or he'd spread some cream on her cheeks and slide his fingers into her that way. But there was none of that here. And James didn't seem to be reaching for his daughter's...