Molly looked up at her father again. He was breathing heavily. A vein throbbed on the side of his forehead. He seemed to be doing everything not to look in his daughter's direction. Molly saw her father's p***s. It looked even larger now. And suddenly Molly knew exactly what she needed to do.
"Daddy..." Molly said it lower now. Like a whisper or a confession. She stalked over to her father. Stood in front of him. Both of them panting like they'd run a race.
"Hurts so bad..." her father muttered.
"Me too," Molly said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but I need..."
She couldn't even finish getting the words out before her hand shot down and gripped her father's massive c**k. Molly flinched. She waited for her father to shout. To scream. To rip himself away. Instead he did the one thing she didn't expe
