"Daddy."
A low sound escape from between her lips.
Her body arched.
The curve of her back made her body form a tantalising S-shape.
Beneath her is a man.
His shirt was missing exposing an upper swimmer's body.
Hung low on a tight waist are low slung swimmer's trunks.
His gaze is enough to make a woman's core spit the transparent sticky nectar.
"Daddy." she called again.
The big hands of the man travelled up her shapely legs. His coiled form unfolded sliding upwards to cover her much smaller form.
When the hand reached that sacred area som similar to tightly closed clam his index finger gently rubbed.
[tease. Hehehe]



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