I looked up in time to see Lucy throwing her panties into the hamper, the soft curve of her hip and ass clearly on display. “But you didn’t want to play any more?”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t want to,” I confessed. BeePorn Fantasies were one thing, but was I really capable of fucking my own daughter, of taking her virginity, of making her a woman? Faster and harder she thrust her hips, until, suddenly, she screamed out in ecstasy, her hot snatch squeezing my thrusting cock, as her orgasm riped through her perfect body. “I’m not supposed to do a lot of things, baby,” I replied gently. Besides, I had a better idea… The view was the one Becky was accustomed to: taken from the peephole at the back of our closet, we could clearly see Lucy’s desk, dresser and bed.
