Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

Something gave way in Sibyl's pussy. The muscles relaxed, she felt a sudden warm wetness, and he slid home in her with a groan. His belly thumped hers, and she folded her slim legs around him. She pulled his face in for a kiss, and she kissed him till her lungs ached for breath. "See," she panted, "see how easy it is? Am I still the best, Daddy? Am I still the very best?"

"Oh, Christ, yes," he whispered, beginning to fuck for real.

"And you won't mess around with anybody else? Ever again? Not Cheryl, not Betsy, not anyone – only me? Promise?"

"I promise," he husked, moving his cock.

Sibyl bucked and writhed beneath him, her heart bursting with joy. He was the best, too, she thought. And together they were unbeatable. All her life she'd been given everything, whatever anyone thought she needed or wanted, and now, when it really counted, she knew that her father would not – could not – fail her. She plied him in the vise of her clinging legs, sucking his dick up her hungry pussy. "Fuck me Daddy," she chanted, sobbing for happiness. "Fuck me forever!"