Holding her tits, his fingers squeezing gently, he swiped his thumb back and forth across her swollen nipples several times. He traced their edges . . . pressed at them. Then he slid his hands atop her mounds to flatten the engorged buds under his palms as his fingers molded and plied. Shifting his hands again he took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger to give it several tweaks, before cupping and manipulating her breasts some more. His attentions caused her nipples to harden into swollen little spikes of lust atop her milky mounds.

"Oh Daddy," Missy mewed.

This is so much hotter than that movie. So . ....