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"I'll bet Daddy's girl can be very naughty..."
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"Sofie had always known exactly what she was doing. At eighteen, my adopted daughter moved through the house like she owned every second of my attention, and she did. Tonight her outfit was pure torture: a pair of short shorts held up by thin Hosenträger-narrow suspenders, barely a centimeter wide, that ran over her bare shoulders and down across her chest. Nothing else on top. Just those two slim black straps, each one precisely covering a nipple and nothing more. The rest of her young, full tits were completely bare-soft, freckled, heavy, and free to jiggle with every step, every breath, every lazy stretch.She padded into the living room barefoot, the straps shifting slightly as she walked, the soft weight of her breasts bouncing openly beneath them. The narrow bands of fabric were all that kept her from being fully topless; they pressed lightly against her nipples, dark points visible at the edges whenever she moved just right. She flopped onto the couch beside me, close enough that her bare thigh pressed against mine. "You're staring again," she said, voice light, almost sing-song. She arched her back deliberately, pushing her chest forward. Her tits lifted and settled, the thin straps sliding a fraction, almost revealing the nipples they were supposed to hide. "Do you like how they move? I wore only these for you. Just the Hosenträger holding up my shorts. Nothing else." I tried to look away. Failed. My cock was already hard, straining against my sweatpants. She noticed, of course. Her gaze dropped, and a small, satisfied smile curved her lips. "Poor Dad," she murmured, shifting closer until the warm, bare underside of her breast brushed my arm. "All worked up just from looking. I've been teasing you for weeks. Walking around like this. Letting them bounce. Making sure you see everything except the very tips. And you just sit there and suffer." She turned, swinging one leg over so she was half in my lap, facing me. The straps shifted again; one nipple almost slipped free. She cupped her own soft, freckled tits, lifting and letting them fall, watching my face the whole time. "I read that cum is good for freckles," she said softly, almost sweetly. "Science says it might help the skin. So you should help me, Dad." Her eyes glittered with something sharper. "But that's not the only reason. I like this game. I like torturing you. Watching you get hard every single day while I parade these around. Knowing you're dying for it and still holding back. It's fun. I enjoy making my daddy suffer." She slid toward the floor, clearly planning to kneel on her own terms, still in control of the tease. That was the moment I broke. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down hard onto her knees between my legs. She gasped, eyes widening, but the smile that followed was pure triumph mixed with heat. I shoved my sweatpants down, freeing my aching cock, already thick and leaking. One hand fisted in her hair, holding her head steady right where I wanted it. The other wrapped around my shaft. "You wanted this," I growled, stroking myself fast and rough right in front of her face. "You've been torturing me on purpose. Showing off those tits, bouncing them in my face, playing your little game. Fine. You get what you deserve." Sofie stayed on her knees, hands resting on her thighs, those soft freckled breasts hanging free beneath the useless thin straps. She tilted her face up obediently, tongue slightly out, eyes locked on mine while I worked my cock harder, the wet sound of my fist loud between us. "That's it," she whispered, voice husky with excitement. "Give it to me, Dad. All of it. I earned this facial." The pressure that had been building for weeks finally snapped. I gripped her hair tighter, holding her head in place as the first thick rope of cum exploded across her freckled cheeks. I kept stroking, milking every pulse onto her face-stripes across her nose, her open mouth, her forehead, dripping down onto her lips and chin. More and more, a massive, messy load that painted her completely, covering those freckles she claimed to care about and the smug little expression she'd worn while teasing me. I didn't stop until I was empty, breathing hard, still holding her head so she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. Cum dripped from her chin onto the tops of her bare tits. She stayed perfectly still, eyes closed at first, then opening to look up at me with a satisfied, cum-smeared smile. She didn't wipe any of it off. She just knelt there between my legs, face glazed with the massive facial she'd earned, soft young tits still bare and glistening under the thin Hosenträger straps, and smiled like the torturous little tease had gotten everything she wanted-and more." |
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