Rylee skipped over to the speakers and hit play, a sultry beat pulsating through the room. I sauntered over to where Mark sat, perching on the edge of the bed, my skirt riding up to expose the smooth expanse of my thighs.
Glancing up at Rylee, who was now practicing her twerks in the center of the room, a wicked thought crossed my mind. “Hey, Mark? Could you help Rylee get the moves from behind? That’s usually where the best support comes from.
“His gaze snapped to mine, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by an unmistakable gleam of interest. “Uh, sure thing, Lucy. Let’s give her that extra boost.”
Rylee, oblivious to the seduction unfolding, continued to shake her ample rear, the fabric of her shorts stretching taut over her round globes. Mark cleared his throat, standing up to approach his daughter.
“Remember, slow and steady,” he reminded her, closing the distance until he towered over her. Rylee nodded, focusing intently on the music, her hips swaying in time.
Mark reached out, placing a firm hand on Rylee’s ass, pulling her back against his hardening length. She gasped, freezing in place as he worked her into a slow grind, his movements guiding hers with effortless precision.
My eyes drifted to the prominent bulge straining against Mark’s jeans, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
As Rylee’s hips moved in tandem with her dad’s, she let out a soft moan, her head falling back