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O pushes himself up off of the couch. The older man grabs the younger Miss E by her shoulders, pushing the dangling top off of her. The pajama top falls down off until it drapes over her elbows, exposing her upper body to him. Now that they are both topless, he can press his chest against hers, and she can feel the warmth of his touch, the soft hairs of his chest, and the hunger growing between his legs.

E lets out a moan, piercing the quiet of the room. O silences her by pressing his lips against hers, letting his beard tickle up against her smooth face. Of course, he'd want her to be quiet. After all, his daughter was right upstairs, having an uncomfortable time in the restroom. If P were to come out there right now, she'd find her best friend making out half-dressed with her daddy, and that is what is making E so wet right now.

O's hands run down along her arms, pulling the top off of her until she is topless. He tosses her shirt to one side and takes her, throwing her against the couch. She collapses onto the furniture, draping her arms over the back and spreading her legs. "Come on…" she says, her eyes hazy with lust. "You'd better fuck me quick, or P's going to find out what daddy's doing.

O snorts and unbuttons his pants. “Let's see what you got," he says, pushing those pants down. E, of course, isn't wearing any panties underneath, so her pajama pants are already stained with her desire.

O's pants fall down to his ankles, and his cock springs out, large and in charge. He falls down onto her, his hands holding down her shoulders. Meanwhile, she pulls her elastic down, showing off her glistening slit and her reddneed mound. “Come on, Daddy, make yourself a daddy again. I'm sure P wouldn't mind a little half-sibling.

O grits his teeth, closing his eyes before committing himself. He then pushes in, taking her.

E gasps, her eyes fluttering as she moans. His hand goes over her mouth, covering her, but only stifling, not silencing her cries. The only way to get her to shut up would be to stop, but will he? Even if it means making P realize what's happening?

He pushes in, spreading her walls with his fatherly pole. Her eyes roll back, and she sighs, letting the sensation of being filled take her away. All the while, though, she keeps an eye out on the stairs. She's supposed to be here for her friend. She's supposed to be having fun with P. In fact, a little birdie told her that P had a bit of a thing for her—oh yes. But E couldn't be so pedestrian as to just be in a lesbian relationship—no, what's taboo about that nowadays. But threatening to crush P's dreams of being with E by fucking her father? That's where the real fun is at. And even though he pushes deep inside of her, even though he fucks like a man who's knocked up a few bitches in his life already, that's not what draws her deeper. That's not what makes her squirm, that's not what makes her fall over the edge, screaming into this daddy's hand!

“Why… won't you… just… shut up!" he groans, gritting his teeth. She knows when a man is about to blow his load, but she can't let him go, not yet. She sits up and pushes against his chest. She muffles some words, only for him to release her “Wait," she says. “Take me from behind."

He chuckles and steps back. "Gladly," he says, waiting for E to press her hands against the back of the couch, giving her the perfect view of the stairs and the second floor. She grips onto the sofa, and he wraps his arms around her, giving him a nice feel of her breasts. Once he enters her again, she shudders, letting out a more silent moan, just enough for him to hear, and light enough that he wouldn't be worried.

Now that they are quieter, he pounds away at her with a high-fever pitch, grunting and groaning like a pig rutting on the farm. E squeezes the couch, hoping, praying that the perfect crescendo would happen.

O slams his cock into her, hilting inside and letting out a silent scream. He shoots his wad deep within her, filling her up.

Perfect timing.

P stands at the balcony, dressed in a tank top and pajama pants. She stares at the scene before her, locking eyes first with E, and then trailing her gaze to her father. “D… daddy…?"

O stumbles back but takes E with him. She falls on top of him, running her hands through her hair and letting out the loudest, most extended cry of orgasm. The sight of her best friend, the filling from O's cock, all of it works together, filling her with the excitement she craved.

And once it was all said and done, she looks towards P with a lustful gaze, slowly pulling herself up from O's dick, letting the liquid run down her leg and onto the floor. “Hey there, P…" E says, licking her lips. “You like what you see?"

P's face goes from a stark white to a bright red. She covers her face and runs back into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

E falls back, laying on top of O, her hands moving up and running through his hair. With a sigh, she turns to face him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Now that," she says, "was the best sleepover of my life. Thank you, daddy~~."