Bob Wallace

Daddy_s naughty daughters

CHAPTER ONE

Crissy Adams squirmed in bed and sighed. She opened her eyes and squinted against the morning sun shining in through the curtains of her bedroom window.

"Oooooh," she murmured softly, gliding her hands under the sheet. A hot shiver swept over her hot virgin body as her hands settled on her small plump tits.

Her nipples hardened and a tremor in her pussy made her hips jerk. Eager and hot, she kicked off the sheet and pulled her pink baby-doll nightie from her lithe virgin body.

Shaking, she caressed her bare tits, her breathing shallow, raspy. Her smooth silky flesh felt as if it were on fire.

"Oh, damn," she muttered, writhing on her back. Her glassy blue eyes stared down at her tits and massaging fingers. It was almost as if she were watching someone else fondle her creamy tit mounds. She squeezed them and moaned, her thighs clapping tightly together, the squishy cream of her pussy soaking the crotch of her panties.

With one hand still caressing and massaging her plump tits, Crissy moved her other hand to her pink bikini bottoms. Teasing herself, she slipped her hand into her panties and played with the soft silky hair of her blonde-thatched virgin pussy. Her breath caught in her throat and she spread her legs.

"Mmmm," she purred, dipping one finger through the wet slippery gash of her cunt. "Oooooh!" Her hips jerked up as the tip of her finger glided over her blood-filled sensitive clit. "Unnnn!"

Trembling, she stroked her pussy, the tip of her tongue flicking over her parted lips to keep them moist as she gasped air into her lungs. Warm pussy-cream drenched her urgent fingers and the sweet scent of her turned-on pussy drifted up to make her head spin.

Panting, she tore off her panties, exposing her bare pussy. She closed her eyes, pretending her father was at the foot of the bed watching her. "Ooooh, Daddy. Look at me." It was a hoarse whisper of desperation.