The next few minutes of Brittany's life were euphoric. Her daddy had laid her down softly on the bed, before kneeling between her legs. Kissing the inside of her soft, supple thighs as he gently teased her clit with his thumb. One hand sliding up and down her waist slowly, moving it's way up until it rested on her right breast. He squeezed it softly as he kissed his way towards her pussy - she gasped with every light, loving kiss that her father gave her and as the heat of his breath touched her slit, she let out a desperate moan as her fingernails dug into the bed sheets.
"You don't have much experience, do you baby?" he asked, his lips inches from her pussy. His hot breath tantalizing her - making her claw the bed sheets harder, her nipples rock hard in the dark motel room, as goosebumps covered her body.
"No.. no daddy, I don't.." she whimpered, inwardly begging for the man to touch her pussy. His thumb had moved slightly away from her clit. He was teasing her.
"Nobody has ever.." he leaned in slightly, "touched you here, have they?"
As he talked, his lips brushed against her sex slightly, making her whimper louder. She wanted to wrap her legs around his head, or to ask him nicely to please - pleeeease, touch her.
"N-no, daddy, nobody has.."
"It's only right that your daddy should be your first." he says, pulling his lips away from her and kissing her left thigh softly, before biting it. Making her squeak.
"y-.." she stammered, "y-yes daddy, you should.. you should be my first, sir."
The mans cock had been twitching beneath him so violently. He felt totally in lust for this girl - but there was something else there. Something drew him to her, he felt enamored to her person. Was it simply how kinky she was, wanting him to pretend to be her father? That couldn't be it, he had felt it in the bar. Before he had spoken to her.
