Jordan

The tiny red bikini triangles barely hid her stiff nipples crowning those full, heavy breasts. The thin fabric hugged her sun-bronzed skin as the lush mounds bounced with every step she took. I burned to yank the material aside, desperate to see the exact shade of those pebbled tips before pulling them into my mouth.

I adjusted my hard cock in my shorts and turned back to the grill, mentally kicking myself for the inappropriate thoughts about my daughter yet again. A few weeks earlier, I’d come home from work ahead of schedule and overheard the raw sounds of my daughter and her boyfriend having sex. Images of what...