Images of Sarah in her tight T shirt and tiny lace panties swam behind his eyes, making his strokes faster, his breathing harsher. But even as he scolded himself for letting the simple kiss turn into a heated exchange of want and desire, Michael knew that when he got to bed, he would not need to watch Daddy’s Love, his mind was all to willing to conjure up its own erotic images, scenes were he touched, tasted and fucked his little girl with no care as to the consequences. xvideo She wanted Daddy. He moved his lips softly over hers, tentatively, teasing her with quick, innocent kisses, carefully concealing the dangerous fire this simple kiss was igniting in him. Michael’s eyes never strayed from his daughter’s face as he slowly pushed into her body.
