Molly didn't say anything. She just gasped and gulped hard. Air was really in demand in the moment. Talking and f*****g was simply too much to ask.
"Your father," Amber continued. Whispering. Her breath tickled at Molly's ear. Intensifying the feelings in her p***y. "Your Daddy. His c**k is in you right now. Isn't it?"
"N-no," Molly said. That would be wrong. It would be incest. If her father was f*****g her. If she was enjoying it. Begging for his hard c**k to pound out her release.
"It's OK," Amber said, "It's just you and me. How does Daddy's c**k feel in his daughter's tiny p***y?"
Molly let her head loll. She panted. Her father's pace only quickening.
"You've got a hot little body," Amber kept whispering. "Those massive t**s. I bet your hips were just made for pushing out babies.
