She lapped at the fingers he pressed to her lips, tongue coaxing them between and sucking them dry. Anticipation flamed low in her belly, sending a siren's smile curving her mouth, and Devon tossed her head as Blake came to stand between her spread legs, tilting her hips to take him just right.

Wet enough that there was no resistance, just smooth and hot, the girl moaned and rolled her hips when her father penetrated her, clasping his waist with slim bare thighs and hooking her ankles behind his hips. She licked her lips, incensed with how he filled her so well, and clenching tight around his cock every time he impaled her on it.

"...Daddy..." she couldn't help but moan again, bucking her hips in counterpoint to his long slow strokes.