Katherine Riveros and her father

Sebastián arrived home after five, the sun still warm on his skin, smelling of hot asphalt and gasoline from the buses that climbed the hill. Before opening the gate, a delivery man handed her a package for her daughter Katherine Riveros, plain, heavy cardboard, with a faint smell of new plastic that escaped through the joints of the adhesive tape. He left it on the coffee table; The wood creaked slightly under the weight.

Ten minutes later, the front door slammed open. Katherine Riveros came in panting, her hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat of the race, smelling of sunshine, cheap vanilla perfume and something more intimate: the faint musk of excitement that was already beginning to emanate from between her thighs. Her cheeks burned, her lips parted, breathing fast.

Sebastian and his daughter

"Did anything come for me?" he asked almost in a hoarse whisper.

Sebastian pointed to the box. She walked over, her slippers squeaking against the ceramic floor. When he saw her closely, he noticed how his fingers trembled slightly when he touched the package.

"Excuse me... you shouldn't have received it, " he murmured, his voice breaking. What a shame...

"What is it?" he insisted, his voice deeper than he intended.

Katherine Riveros tried to lie, but her words got tangled. Finally she lowered her head, her hair falling like a curtain over her rosy face.

"It's a vibrator..." I ordered it online. Sometimes... I feel things, needs. Forgive me, Dad. I didn't want you to know.

The silence was filled with the ticking of the wall clock and the accelerated heartbeat that Sebastian felt in his temples. She grabbed the box with both hands, the cardboard crumpling under her fingers, and climbed the stairs almost running. Each step made the old wood creak; The sound reverberated in his chest.

He was left alone in the living room, the still air smelling of his cheap cologne and the faint trace of vanilla she had left. Suddenly he saw her different: her hips swaying as she went up, her round ass tightening the fabric of her tight jeans, her glasses sliding a little down her sweaty nose. He remembered the nights when he had seen her come down in a thin tank top, her dark nipples showing through when she bent down to take something out of the refrigerator, the soft scent of her freshly showered skin mixing with coconut soap.

It wasn't his blood, but it was his. From the age of two. Since the mother died and the world stayed in the two of them.

He went upstairs to his room. He stopped in front of Carlita's door. He pressed his ear to the cold wood. At first nothing. Then, very faintly, an electric hum, almost inaudible, accompanied by a muffled gasp of sheets brushing skin. He pulled away as if he had been burned, his already hard member pressing against the fabric of his pants.

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Later, on the terrace, the hot afternoon wind brought him the smell of detergent and damp cloth. There were her panties: plain white cotton, but also a black lace thong so thin it looked like smoke, and a red one with straps that would barely cover anything. The black push-up bra had transparencies on the edges; She imagined her small breasts pushing against that fabric, her nipples brushing against the embroidered edges. He stared, the breeze moving the clothes, the sun warming the back of his neck, his cock throbbing painfully.

That afternoon, when Katherine Riveros went downstairs for a snack, the kitchen air was filled with her smell: fresh sweat, recent excitement, the faint metallic and sweet aroma of her pussy after orgasm. She wore a white cotton T-shirt so thin that her dark nipples were marked like coins under the fabric, hard, pointed. The gray pajama pants were light; As he walked, one could guess the total absence of underwear, the contour of the labia majora insinuating itself against the fabric every time he took a step. His eyes shone, glassy, his pupils dilated.

Sebastian swallowed hard, the bitter taste of guilt on his tongue.

"I'm going out with friends, " he said, his voice hoarse.

"Okay, " she replied, and the way he uttered those two words sounded like a caress.

The following days were pure torture. Every time he passed by, I could feel the heat emanating from his body, the accidental rubbing of his hip against his as he crossed the hallway, the musky scent he left in the bathroom after showering. At night, when the buzzing came from the next room—now clearer, accompanied by muffled moans, creaking bed springs—Sebastian masturbated in the dark, his hand slippery with precum, the smell of his own excitement filling the room, but it always stopped before the climax, remorse burning his chest.

Until that night.

He stripped naked. The sheet smelled of his accumulated sweat from days. He lay on his back, his thick cock already dripping, his glans glistening under the dim light of the lamp. He began to jerk off slowly at first, his warm, soft skin sliding over the swollen veins, the wet, rhythmic sound filling the silence. He sped up, imagining Katherine Riveros' pussy pink, swollen, shiny with juices, squeezing it as she moaned his name. The orgasm came brutally: the first jet came out forcefully, hot and thick, splashing her abdomen, her chest, a thick thread landing on her chin. He screamed, a hoarse roar that reverberated off the walls.

Ten seconds later, the door opened without knocking.

Katherine Riveros appeared in the doorway, illuminated by the light of the hallway. She was wearing only a pale pink satin shirt, so short that it barely covered her ass. Stiff nipples pushed against the thin fabric, dark and prominent. Between his thighs shone a wet trail; She smelled intensely of sex: of wet pussy, of silicone lubricant, of her own recent orgasm. Her hair is messy, her glasses are crooked, her lips are swollen from biting them.

She was paralyzed when she saw him: the cock was still hard, throbbing, cum dripping down her fingers and down her trunk.

Fantasy

"Dad... are you...?"

Sebastian tried to cover himself with the sheet, but the movement only caused more cum to drain down his belly.

"Daughter... I'm sorry..." he gasped. I imagine you all the time... instead of that vibrator... I want to be me... I want to put it in... I want to fuck you until you scream.

Katherine Riveros took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He took a step forward. His voice came out trembling but heavy:

"And I... I always cum thinking about your dick, daddy... imagining that you are the one who opens my... that fills me with your hot milk...

There were no more words.

They jumped in. He lifted her by the buttocks, his hands sinking into soft, hot flesh. He smashed it against the wall; the shirt was torn when he pulled it up. The breasts were free: small, firm, the nipples hard as dark pebbles. He sucked them hungrily, his tongue surrounding them, tasting the salt on their skin, the slight taste of soap and excitement. She moaned, scratched his back, her nails leaving red furrows.

He lowered his hand, grabbed the cock still wet with cum and saliva. He squeezed her, masturbated her hard, his thumb rubbing the sensitive glans.

"Fuck me... please... put it in me now...

Sebastián carried her to the bed, threw her on her back. He opened his legs suddenly. The pussy was swollen, the labia majora red and shiny, the clitoris poking out like a swollen button, the juices dripping into the anus. It smelled intensely: sweet, salty, animal. He leaned the thick tip against the narrow entrance, felt the scorching heat, and pushed all at once. She screamed, the vaginal walls squeezing him like a hot, wet fist.

"Like this... daddy... all... break me...

He began to pump hard, the wet, obscene sound of flesh on flesh, eggs pounding against his buttocks. The smell of sex filled the room: sweat, cum, soaked pussy. Katherine Riveros moaned uncontrollably, her glasses fell off, she threw them to the ground. He dug his nails into his shoulders.

"Harder..." put it all the way in... I want to feel you in the womb...

He turned her over on all fours. The round buttocks trembled with each thrust. He spanked her hard; The skin instantly reddened, the dry sound echoing. She pushed back, swallowing it whole.

"I'm going to fill you... I'm going to leave you dripping my milk...

"Cum inside..." fill me... I want to feel how you throb...

He sped up, testicles hitting the swollen clitoris. Carlita began to tremble, orgasm went through her: her pussy contracted violently, milking it, hot jets splashing her thighs. That unleashed him. She sank to the bottom, grunted and ejaculated hard: thick, hot jets flooding her, dripping out when she couldn't fit anymore.

They were stuck, panting, sweating. He was still inside, throbbing faintly. The semen was slowly dripping down her thighs, mixed with his juices. Carlita turned her head, her eyes glazed, her cheeks lit up.

"This can't be the last time—can it, daddy?"

Sebastian caressed her wet back, dug his fingers into her hair, smelled the back of her neck: sweat, vanilla, sex.

"No, my girl... This is just beginning. And next time... I'm going to make you cum so many times that you can't walk.

Sebastian still had her inside, his semi-hard cock throbbing in Katherine Riveros soaked pussy, hot cum mixing with her juices and dripping slowly down her shaky thighs. The air in the room was thick: the smell of salty sweat, of raw sex, of vanilla from her perfume that had mixed with the musk of her excitement. They were both breathing agitated, Carlita's chest rising and falling against his.

She turned her head, her swollen lips brushing against his stubble, and whispered in a hoarse voice, still broken by gasps:

"Do you know how many times I've cummed thinking about you, Daddy?... —He ran his tongue over his earlobe, slow, wet. I would put the vibrator all the way in and close my eyes imagining that it was you... that your thick cock opened me like this... that you filled me with your hot milk until it dripped down my legs...

Sebastian grunted softly, feeling how his cock hardened inside her again just with those words. He grabbed her hips tighter, barely moving, a slow swaying that made the semen stir inside.

"Fuck, Katherine Riveros ..." she murmured against her neck, smelling the sweet sweat there. You have no idea what you were putting me through. Every time I heard you moaning on the other side of the wall... that little buzz... your stifled moans... I jerked off like crazy imagining that I was the one who made you scream like that. I wanted to come in, rip that shitty toy off you and fuck you until you couldn't even walk.

She let out a breathy, mischievous chuckle and squeezed her pussy around him, a deliberate spasm that made him gasp.

"Did you get hard just listening to me, daddy?" She asked, turning a little more to look into his eyes, her pupils dilated, bright. Did you cum thinking about my tight? Tell me... tell me what you were doing...

Sebastian bit his shoulder gently, leaving a red mark.

"I was shaking it hard... imagining your bouncing while I put it in you... imagining how you would moan my name... "Daddy, harder, break me"... He slipped a hand between her legs from behind, brushed her swollen with his fingers soaked in his own juices. And now you're here... open to me... squirting my cum...

Katherine Riveros moaned softly, pushing her hips back for him to penetrate her deeper.

"Keep talking... I love it when you tell me dirty things, " he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. Tell me what you want to do to me... I want to hear everything...

He turned her carefully but firmly, put her on her back again. He leaned over her, the slippery cock brushing the inside of her thighs. He kissed her neck, went down to a nipple and sucked it hard before speaking:

"I want to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop..." I want you to wet my entire face..." He parted his labia majora with his fingers, watched as his cum continued to come out slowly. Then I'm going to fuck you again... slowly at first... so that you feel every inch coming in... and then hard, until you shout my name and cum trembling...

Katherine Riveros arched her back, her stiff nipples brushing against his chest.

"Do it... eat me..." he begged, spreading his legs wider. I want your tongue in my clitoris... I want you to suck me while I still have your milk inside... that you make me cum in your mouth...

Sebastián went down without hesitation. The smell was intoxicating: semen, feminine juices, warm skin. She rested her tongue flat against her clitoris and licked slowly, savoring the salty-sweet mixture. Carlita let out a long moan, grabbed her hair with both hands.

"Like this... daddy... right there... don't stop..." he gasped. I love feeling your beard scraping me... it makes me so... suck me harder... stick your tongue inside me...

He obeyed, plunged his tongue into the still dilated entrance, tasted his own semen mixed with it. Katherine Riveros began to move her hips against her mouth, rubbing herself.

"I'm going to cum again, " he warned between moans. Do you want me to squirt in your face, daddy? Do you want to swallow everything you make me come out?

Sebastian looked up, his lips shining.

"I want everything... cum in my mouth, my girl... soak me up...

She accelerated her tongue, sucked her clitoris hard. Katherine Riveros tensed, her legs trembling, and shouted her name as the orgasm went through her: a hot jet splashed her chin, her mouth, her chin. He didn't turn away, licked every drop, grunting with pleasure.

When she stopped shaking, he lifted her back on top of him. Carlita sat astride, the hard cock sliding back into her slippery pussy with a wet sound.

"Look at me, " she whispered, beginning to move slowly up and down. Watch me swallow it whole... how my pussy opens for you..." He grabbed her hands and put them on her tits.

Squeeze them... pinch my nipples... I want to feel you everywhere...

Sebastian obeyed, pinching her hard nipples as she picked up the pace, her buttocks bumping against her thighs.

"You're such a slut to me, " he growled, his voice hoarse. My bitch... my girl... tell me you're mine...

Katherine Riveros leaned over, her lips brushing his.

"I'm yours, daddy..." all yours..." he whispered against his mouth. Fuck me whenever you want... Fill me up whenever you want... I want to wake up with your cock inside... I want to fall asleep with your milk dripping me...

He hugged her tightly, reversed the positions again, and began to pump hard, deep.

"I'm going to fuck you every day, " he promised between thrusts. In the kitchen... in the shower... in your bed... until you can't think of anything but my cock...

Katherine Riveros dug her nails into her back, the second orgasm approaching.

"Cum with me..." fill me up again... I want to feel how you throb... how you leave me full...

They came almost at the same time: he growling her name, ejaculating hot jets inside her; She trembling, her pussy twitching around, milking it to the last drop.

They stayed in each other's arms, sweating, breathing the same sex-laden air.

Katherine Riveros kissed his neck, slowly, sensually.

"Never stop saying things like that to me, " he murmured. It makes me cum just hearing it...

Sebastian smiled at her hair, still buried in her.

"I won't stop, my girl... I'm going to tell you everything dirty I can think of... Until you cum only with my voice.

And he kissed her deeply, still savoring the taste of the two on his tongue.