Kent Burton spent his evening in the bath tub with his daughter. He wasn't really a tub man, but she said that a long soak in hot water would make him feel wonderful. He agreed that it did just that. But the movement of her feet on his cock made him feel even better.
Cathy leaned back and held the soles of both feel against her father's stiff cock and moved them up and down, pulling the skin with them. Occasionally, she would lean down to grasp him by hand or dip her face into the water to take the purple head of his cock into her mouth.
Mostly though, she was fucking him with her feet and thinking how nice it would be to do this on a bed where she could see his cum erupt and drool down over her feet like thin, white icing.
Kent laid back with his eyes closed and enjoyed his daughter's actions. The hot water and the pressure of her feet gripping him was a wonderful combination.
He'd rather be able to see her doing it more clearly than he could through the distortion of the water, but this was very nice. Very nice, indeed. Soon, all so soon, he would be squirting his cum into the bath water.
When Cathy saw her father's face begin to tighten a bit, as though he was concentrating more fully on something, she began moving her feet faster. His cock felt harder between her soles, actually throbbing, and she knew he'd be shooting off very soon.
She was rubbing her pussy as she worked on her father's cock, circling her fingers on the hard clit resting at the top of the opening of her soft, warm tunnel of flesh. She rubbed herself and pumped her feet on her father and enjoyed the warm feeling of pleasing her dad. She knew that he would please her as soon as he recovered from his climax. He loved to thrust his tongue into his daughter's pussy and suck at the tender clit. He loved his daughter just as she loved him. When you love someone, you share the love.
Her father gasped slightly, twisting his face up in raw pleasure. Cathy kept up her rhythm, watching his cock through the water. His dick twitched between her delicate young feet and a thread of white liquid was emitted from the head. Another spurt and then another. Her father was relaxing now, smiling, even as his cock was softening against the soles of Cathy's feet. Yes, that was good. The cloud of sperm dispersed to a thin, milky mist in the water. He was all done.
Cathy relaxed, dropping her legs down atop her father's in the tub. She leaned back and closed her eyes, thinking about how nice life was just then. To bad Elaine Porter had to work in the morning, because Cathy felt like sleeping over and seeing if she could get another shot at her old man, too. She found that she liked fucking fathers.
After a moment, Kent Burton opened his eyes and sat up smiling as he slid his hands along the insides of her legs and moved toward her pussy. "Ready or not, here I come," he said, in a sing-song voice.
Cathy giggled. "Oh, Daddy."