“Ohh! Daddy, I feel that right between my legs,” she whispered, her eyes widening and then half-closing again in pleasure. He made a low sound, unlike anything she’d ever heard, and she felt him lifting her skirt higher.

“Here?” He moved her hand from between her legs and pressed a thumb exactly there, where it felt the best. She nodded, shivering, opening her legs a bit wider. He eased her panties aside, and the cool air over her skin made her whimper.

“So tiny, so pretty…so wet!” he murmured.

Her lips were swollen and pink, and he spread her open with two fingers.

She watched him inspect her, his fingers moving the dainty folds of flesh to and fro. He seemed transfixed, and she tried to hold her breath so as not to break the spell. Then he did something very surprising, something she had never done to herself. He slid one finger between her soft, slender lips and curled it upward, pressing into her flesh. His finger was inside of her!

He started moving it, his eyes focused between her thighs, slowly in and out of her. It felt funny at first, but the more he did it, the more she felt her flesh move and give, the better it was. She started rocking with him, her breath coming faster and faster. His hand was huge between her legs, his palm rubbing over her young, delicate mound. She heard a wet noise between her legs, as if someone were smacking their lips.

“Do you like that?” he asked her softly.

She nodded, riding his hand now, her narrow hips beginning to move in circles. He slowed, almost stopped. She whimpered.

“Tell me,” he said, his eyes meeting hers.