"Hey princess..." His coarse voice was raspy, deep and smooth and very delightful to her ears. George admired his daughter's beauty as she languidly rubbed her eyes before they rose to meet his and she offered him a lazy grin.
"Hey daddy." Layla yawned a few times, she wasn't sure what time it is, but if she could reckon it was the early afternoon hours and this was the second time she awoke entangled in her father's body, her head resting on his firm chest.
"How are you feeling?" George asked and Layla immediately knew why he was asking and blushed immensely- this Monday had been quite an eventful one, thanks to her and her father's zealous participation.
Her fingers caressed his smooth chest, tracing invisible circles around his tiny, dark areola, as he his own fingers ru
