Frank's own desires were urging him on, making him want to climb between those spread legs and stick his cock deep inside her. He wanted to pump himself at her wet pussy until he came. But he forced himself to wait, instead continuing to do it with his finger and his limited access.

"Ohhh God, Daddy. What're you doin', Daddy?"

After another couple minutes he pulled his finger from her pussy. Cindy whimpered over the loss. She opened her eyes to look up at him questioningly.

Shifting around, he sat back on the couch, his hands reaching for the sides of her panties. Drawing them down her legs he watched...