Steve pushes forward, Amy’s ass doesn’t yield, her skin stretching in as Steve’s cock tries to make its way in. “Well honey, I saw you enjoying yourself so much and looking so beautiful doing it that I got carried away.” Steve pulls off his shirt. “I’ll say” he responds breathing hard. Just the thought gave her little pussy a tingle, if she wasn’t careful she’d soak another pair of panties, this time Tinkerbell. “Oh gawd daddy, what are you doing!?” Amy asks as her hips jump toward her dad. ‘Whoa! Her body is taut and shaking. He replies with “Don’t be sorry, just get in the tub.”
Seeing her unmoving, frozen in place, Steve closes the gap and picks up her small frame easily and carries her over to the tub, piss dripping onto is slacks. Amy smiled at the thought of how people stared in disapproval whenever she was out with her dad. Amy’s hips move in time with her dad and for several minutes the only sounds that fill the air are ruffling sheets, moans, groans, and heavy breathing.
