Molly's legs snapped around her father's hand. James had watched his daughter finger herself so many times now, he understood her rhythm. The timing it took to go from touch to over the top. Rubbing Molly now was like hitting the fast forward button. She went from nothing to full on c*m in seconds.
"Ohhh fffffFUCK! Daddy!" Molly cried, a mirror of her exclamation when he'd spanked her. Her whole body trembled from toes to hair and she went limp.
Molly slowly sat up. James let his fingers escape from her s*x. She was kneeling over his lap now. Without a word, James' precious baby girl reached down and unzipped her father's jeans. She pulled out his d**k -- as dark purple as her own p***y and clearly just as needy.
"One more punishment," Molly said, "To help me remember to be a good girl.
