In the game she sits
Under the dim glow of the salon, she kneels on daddy's lap, his hands roaming her thighs as she spreads her snatch for his gaze. Her lips part, moaning softly as his fingers trail through her wetness, her hips rocking with every touch. A forbidden intimacy, raw and unapologetic, as she lets him take what he wants, her body trembling with pleasure.
Under the dim glow of the salon, she kneels on daddy's lap, his hands roaming her thighs as she spreads her snatch for his gaze. Her lips part, moaning softly as his fingers trail through her wetness, her hips rocking with every touch. A forbidden intimacy, raw and unapologetic, as she lets him take what he wants, her body trembling with pleasure.
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