First in a new series based on the hit anthology “Daddy's Girls!” Dean has a good thing going with his 18-year-old daughter, Megan. He buys her what she wants, and she repays him with her hot young body. Yet Dean still sees his daughter as his little girl, and Megan wants that to change. Megan needs an outfit for a party, and plans to use it to prove to her daddy that his little girl is all grown up!
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“My eyes are up here,” she laughed.
“Sorry, I was a little distracted by the view.”
“Me too,” she ran her tongue over her pink lips. “I wish mom wasn’t home!"
“I sure as well wouldn’t be under the sink if she wasn't,” he sighed. “But she is home and I have to finish fixing this before dinner.”
“Forget dinner, I’m thinking of dessert.” She gave his cock a squeeze. “How about you daddy? You thinking of something sweet to eat?”
“What’s up, kitten?”
“I like when you call me that.” Megan pressed herself against him, lifting her leg and rubbing it along his. “Like when you make me purr.”
The kitchen window was too high for Linda to see Megan fondling him, but if she looked over, she would be able to see Megan’s face inches from his.
“Megan, did you want something or are you just having fun teasing me?”
“Well,” she gave him a sly smile. “Now that you mention it, I do need something, daddy.”
“No,” he shook his head. He knew that look. “I can’t buy you anything right now, honey.”
“Please daddy?” she widened her blue eyes. “I just need a pair of new shoes and a dress.”
“Kelly and Trish and some of the other girls from school are going to the Palace this weekend. It’s their grand opening.”
“That under-twenty one club?” He frowned. “Lot of older guys hang there, trying to pick up young girls. Not sure you should be going there.”
“You already said yes.” She grinned. “Don’t you remember me asking you Monday night?”
“Monday night.” Linda had a business dinner with clients and he and Megan had taken full advantage of the time alone.
“I asked and first you said no, then we started playing and I told you all the naughty things we were going to do and you said yes."
“Oh,” he grinned sheepishly. “Now I remember. Fine, but you have plenty of clothes, kitten. You don’t need anything new.”
“But this is a club, daddy!” she put her hands out as if that should have been obvious to him. “I have to have something new. Something grown up!”
“Grown up?” he repeated and instantly regretted it.
“Very grown up,” she lowered her voice into a seductive purr. “Want to see your little girl all grown up, daddy?”