By the hand, she led Daddy into the garden and around the back so she could smuggle him into her room. Heart thumping in her chest and fumbling with the keys, she turned the lock and quickly pushed him into her room. Her hands were visibly shaking, with nervousness or excitement, she couldn’t quite place. A pool of wetness was quickly forming between her legs, soaking her panties. She had never invited a man into her room. She wanted her Daddy to take her on her very own bed.
With the lights off and her skimpy string outlining her perky breasts, she pushed Daddy against the bedframe and climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply as she squirmed. Once again she wanted to serve her Daddy with a renewed sense of subservience. She was lost in the heat of passion as she felt both of their lusts blossoming uncontrollably. Forcing herself onto her Daddy while she was on his lap was her biggest subtle power move. She loved to ride her Daddy, the friction between their legs pushing her towards great heights of pleasure. Having him twist her delicate nipples between his fingers enthralled her to no end. She made it known to her Daddy that he was pleasing her, and in turn, doing her best to please him by eliciting sensual moans of approval. Within a matter of minutes, she could feel a tidal wave of euphoria rolling within her body, swelling and distorting.