[Just because she realized this game is perhaps not conducive to her interest in immediate gratification doesn't mean she's out of the running yet, boys. She braces that hand against her leg and presses hard, steadying herself, before reaching up (careful not to touch Dad) to undo the first two buttons of her top. It exposes the base of her throat, the stretch of collarbone.
Too hot, indeed.
No one said she couldn't touch herself, and she reaches down to squeeze her knee, run her fingers up her own thigh. Sighs volubly against Dad's lips.]
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Too hot, indeed.
No one said she couldn't touch herself, and she reaches down to squeeze her knee, run her fingers up her own thigh. Sighs volubly against Dad's lips.]