It was going to be another one of those "incidents" that the staff had long since learned to keep quiet about, at the risk of much more than just their employment-- on the other hand, when things got this energetic, those same loyal, silent employees found sizable bonuses attached to their paychecks, helping ensure that discretion.
But those were the kinds of things that Blake would think about later, when he actually had enough active brain cells to deal with such matters. Now, he wasn't much more than a neanderthal, driven by the pure and basic instinct to fuck his daughter completely senseless.
On the petite side, Devon's stature ensured that when she was pinned to his desk like this, her legs all but dangled in the air, swinging and bouncing with the sheer, savage force of her father's pounding. Blake's cock felt like a red-hot iron pipe, and even the soaked, gripping walls of Devon's pussy couldn't cool him. He thrust hard enough that even the massively heavy desk creaked and shifted under the assault.
When Devon came, his hands came down, gripping her hips until he knew there would be hand-shaped bruises there in the morning. It took all his strength not to let the shuddering and pressure of her cunt pull him into his own climax.
Oh, but he was close.
"Good girl..." he grunted. "Where do you want Daddy's cum?"
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Date: 2019-04-17 11:26 pm (UTC)But those were the kinds of things that Blake would think about later, when he actually had enough active brain cells to deal with such matters. Now, he wasn't much more than a neanderthal, driven by the pure and basic instinct to fuck his daughter completely senseless.
On the petite side, Devon's stature ensured that when she was pinned to his desk like this, her legs all but dangled in the air, swinging and bouncing with the sheer, savage force of her father's pounding. Blake's cock felt like a red-hot iron pipe, and even the soaked, gripping walls of Devon's pussy couldn't cool him. He thrust hard enough that even the massively heavy desk creaked and shifted under the assault.
When Devon came, his hands came down, gripping her hips until he knew there would be hand-shaped bruises there in the morning. It took all his strength not to let the shuddering and pressure of her cunt pull him into his own climax.
Oh, but he was close.
"Good girl..." he grunted. "Where do you want Daddy's cum?"