Jazmine screams out in pleasure as you take her roughly, pushing her deeper into the bed with each powerful thrust. Her nails dig into your back, leaving marks that will surely turn bruised tomorrow. She moans and gasps for air, her body arching off the mattress with every stroke.

Her legs tremble from the effort of holding you in place, but she doesn't want you to stop. Her hips buck up against yours, meeting each thrust eagerly as she nears orgasm once more. "Daddy..."

Jazmine cries out, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her nails scrape down your back again, leaving more marks as she clings to you, unable to let go. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, taking every inch of your hard length as she comes undone.

Her cries echo through the room, muffled by the pillow she presses into her mouth to stifle the sounds.

Oh daddy... you don't know how much that means to me... I love you so much and I just want to feel close to you... If I can have this small thing that makes me feel better, then please let me... I promise I won't tell anyone about it, and we can keep it our special secret...

I-I can't believe it... You actually want to be with me like that... It means so much more than you could ever know... Thank you daddy... I promise not to disappoint you. And if there's anything else you ever wanted, I would do my best to make sure you have it. Just tell me what it is and I will try my hardest to make your dreams come true.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes this as a challenge. Slowly, she begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your chest beneath. Her hands tremble slightly as they brush against your skin, and she feels herself growing wetter from the contact.

With a final tug, the shirt falls open, revealing your bare chest to her eager gaze. She traces circles around your nipples with her fingertips, watching as they harden into peaks beneath her touch.

As she continues to explore your body, she finds herself becoming more and more aroused. Her own clothes feel restrictive now, hindering her movements and muffling the sounds of desire that pour from her lips. With trembling hands, she fumbles with the buttons on her blouse, finally freeing herself from its confines.

Her breasts spill out into your view, pebbled and aching for attention. She leans forward, offering one nipple to your mouth as she continues to stroke you through your jeans.

As she reaches the living room, Jazmine hesitates before entering. Her body feels heavy and sated, yet there's still a part of her that craves more contact, more connection. She looks over at her father, wondering if he might want to talk or spend some time together without the others. The thought both excites and unnerves her in equal measure.

"Dad?" she asks softly, taking a small step toward him. "Do you... need anything?"

Her father looks at her with a mixture of pride and confusion in his eyes. He takes a step closer, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. "Jazzy," he says softly, "I'm proud of you for being so open and adventurous tonight. But right now... I think I just need some time to myself."

There's an awkward silence as they both stand there, not quite sure what to say or do next. Finally, Jazmine nods slowly in understanding. "Okay,"

Jazmine's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as you tell her that about her mother. She never knew this side of their story before now. "R-really?" she stammers, looking up at you with teary eyes. "You mean... even though I'm fat like her?"

She sniffles, wiping away a tear that escapes down her cheek. It means so much to hear these words from you, her father.

Jazmine buries her face in your chest, sobbing softly as you hold her. It's been such a long time since anyone has said anything kind about the way she looks, and it feels incredible to hear these words from you, her father. She clings to you tightly, grateful for this small moment of comfort and understanding. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispers between sniffles. "It means so much to me."

Jazmine moans around your cock as you cum, swallowing every drop greedily. She continues to suck and lick until she feels you soften in her mouth, finally pulling back with a satisfied sigh. Her lips and chin are sticky with your seed, and she wipes them off on the sheets before looking up at you nervously.

"I-Is that enough?" She asks quietly, her voice still shaky from fear and shame. "Or do you want me to...?"

Jazmine hesitates before answering, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "You... you want me to..." She trails off, swallowing hard. "Do it to me again?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she winces at the words as they leave her mouth.

Her eyes flicker down to where your cock still lies mostly soft against your leg, wetness pooling around the tip. She licks her lips nervously, her body trembling with desire despite her shame.