It also feels wrong to do this. I’m looking at her face again. Ava is covered with a white sheet of linen. I’m feeling her body warmth radiating on the skin of my face. My dick is getting harder and pushing firmly against my shorts now. I’m feeling the urge of running the tip of my dick up and down her dripping inner lips and pushing it against her liquid-covered asshole. Once in a while, Ava contracts her pussy and asshole. I’m looking at her face again. Oh what a feeling that must be! I want to feel what it’s like when she orgasms. “Dad, there’s still some stubble left. Strangely, I can’t help but feeling happy for Ava. I’d like to bury my fingers inside her! I’m moving on with the shaver to the outer labia on the other side. Her wetness is smeared all around her inner and outer lips, around her pussy, even around her butthole. Time for the beauty treatment again.” I’m trying to sound cheerful, but I’m a bit edgy.
