Something about a dad in his bathrobe that can easily fall open… Hanging out on the couch, stretching, spreading his thighs, and then not fixing the fabric that slipped to reveal his cock. Not even noticing that it happened when his daughter is right there. It takes an indignant “Dad!!” for him to do anything, and even then he does it at his own pace, setting the beer can aside, stretching some more, scratching his balls, before he fastens the bathrobe again, but no more securely than it was before. He scoffs when he sees her expression, a brief, wry smile lingering on his face when he can’t understand what the fuss was about, and then he turns back to the TV and forgets the whole incident.
But his little girl will never be able to forget the sight of her dad’s cock, nor can she stop masturbating to the memory.
oh really? if you love your daughter so much why isn't she pregnant?
me and this one professor i keep fantasizing about bending me over his desk to rail me during office hours