Mark took advantage of the view, his free hand cupping her breasts, thumb teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her top.
Rylee’s eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure bliss washing over her. “Oh, Dad,” she whispered, her hips grinding back against him with increasing urgency.
I shifted on the bed, inability to resist the erotic display driving me to reach beneath my skirt. With a subtle ease, I freed my bare pussy from its confines, the cool air causing my sensitive flesh to tingle.
Mark’s eyes flicked to me, a dark hunger burning in their depths. He dipped his head, whispering in Rylee’s ear, “You’re getting close, kiddo. Let it go.”
Rylee’s head snapped up, a wanton expression plastered on her face. “I-I…want to!”
With a groan, Mark spun Rylee around, pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed her body, fingers hooking into her waistband to drag her shorts down. Rylee kicked them off, her timepiece coming to rest on the floor.
Mark released her, stepping back to admire his daughter’s naked form. “Fuck, Rylee. You’re gorgeous.”
Rylee blushed, but didn’t avert her gaze, the desire in her eyes mirroring my own. Mark’s hands found her thighs, pushing them apart as he knelt between her legs.
I licked my lips, my gaze locked on the scene unfolding before me. Mark’s hot breath fanned over Rylee’s slick folds as he inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air.
With a low growl, he buried his face between her thighs, devouring her with a hunger that bordered on feral.