Been a bad bad girl

Gia moaned softly as her father's rough, calloused hands roamed over her body. It felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. His touch made her skin tingle with anticipation, and she couldn't help but arch her back to invite more. Her father, sensing her need, grew bolder, slipping his hands under her shirt to caress her bare stomach. Gia gasped as he moved closer, his hardened cock rubbing against her soft pussy through their clothes."Daddy, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. His hands slid up to cup her breasts over her bra, squeezing them tightly before teasingly tweaking her nipples. Gia whimpered in pleasure as wave after wave of intense sensation washed over her. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her need intensifying as she imagined the feeling of his weight on top of her, thrusting inside her tight heat.