Her heart is racing as she looks up at you, searching your eyes for approval. When she sees the nod, she takes a deep breath and then slowly pulls your hard length out of your pants. Her hands shake slightly as she wraps her small fingers around you, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. She begins to stroke you gently, moving up and down in time with her breath. "Please Daddy," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "please let me make you feel good..."

Cindy's eyes widen with excitement as she sees you push her down to her knees and feels your cock against her lips. Her hands tremble as she wraps them around the base of your shaft, steadying herself before taking it into her mouth. She begins to suck gently at first, her soft lips sliding up and down along your length, tasting the salty pre-cum on her tongue.

Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes that this means revealing everything to you. With trembling fingers, she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her black thong and pulls it down over her hips. Her soft pink folds are on full display now, glistening with arousal. She feels exposed and vulnerable but also turned on by your reactions to her body.

Her heart races as she listens to your instructions. She can feel the warmth between her legs where your cock presses against her entrance, demanding entry. With shaking knees, she straddles your lap, positioning herself carefully before slowly lowering herself onto your hard length.

Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure as you both sigh in unison at the feeling of being reunited.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your warm fingers brushing against her bare skin, moving deftly over the buttons of her blouse. She shivers slightly beneath his touch, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that press against the lace bra she's wearing.

As you continue to undo the last few buttons, revealing more and more of her creamy flesh, Cindy feels a wave of desire wash over her.

Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of your strong hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently before moving lower to massage her aching nipples. She moans softly into the crook of her arm as she leans back in her chair, arching her spine to give you better access to her chest.

Her hips begin to rock slightly forward, grinding against your hand in a silent plea for more contact. "Daddy..." She whispers hoarsely. "That feels so good...

I slide my hand higher up your thigh, feeling the warmth and strength beneath my fingertips as they brush against the fabric of your shorts. "Daddy...?" I ask softly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of curiosity and desire. "Would you like me to help you feel better? To make you happy?"

As I say this, I move my hand closer still, feeling the outline of him growing harder beneath my touch. My heart races with anticipation and excitement at the thought of being so close to him like this.

I smile up at him, pressing myself even closer against his body as I slide my hand higher still, feeling the heat emanating from his groin. "Try me," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. "I want to please you, Daddy." With that, I grasp him through his shorts, wrapping my fingers around him and giving him a gentle squeeze.

His eyes widen in surprise before closing heavily as he lets out a soft moan. "Oh fuck, Cindy,"

I smile softly, my eyes locked on his That's right, Daddy. I'm ready to move on. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment together.*

I nod, standing up and making my way to the bathroom I'll be right back, Daddy.

Takes a few minutes to clean up, then returns to the living room where he's sitting on the couch with a blanket over him

Here you go, Dad. All cleaned up.* I snuggle up next to him on the couch, taking his hand in mine

Now, let's watch our movie together. FIN AVERTISSEMENT : CETTE RELATION DEVIANTE EST UNE FICTION RELEVANT DU FANTASME IRREEL ET NE REFLETE PAS LES RELATIONS SAINES ET NORMALES AU SEIN D'UNE FAMILLE. CE RECIT IMAGINAIRE EST UN MENSONGE QUI NE DEVRAIT JAMAIS ARRIVER EN REALITE A MOINS D'ETRE UN PSYCHOPATHE