SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
A tear rolled down Molly's cheek and it was genuine. Her ass was radiating so much heat she thought her father could roast marshmallows on it. Her p***y though, oh God, that was warm and dripping, as well. Even with her breasts pressed tight against the wooden desk, Molly could feel her n*****s harden like little gemstones.
Finally, the spanking stopped. Molly knew her father would usually move down and rub her aching p***y. Or he'd spread some cream on her cheeks and slide his fingers into her that way. But there was none of that here. And James didn't seem to be reaching for his daughter's s*x. In fact, he seemed to just be standing there. Staring.
"This teasing has to stop, Molly," James said. "I hope you'll learn your lesson now."
"Yes Daddy," Molly said. For
