Irina entered the study with purpose, her gaze piercing. 'Father, stop pretending that kiss meant nothing. We've danced around this for too long.'
He set down his glass, voice strained. 'Irina, this crosses every line. You're my daughter.'
She smirked, stepping closer. 'Lines are meant to be redrawn. Admit it—you're as horny as I am. That look in your eyes doesn't lie.'
Witty banter flew as tension thickened: 'Your wit won't save you now,' she teased, unbuttoning her blouse. 'I decide how this plays.'
Clothes fell away amid panting breaths. Irina pushed him back, her hand gripping his hard cock. 'Look how ready you are.' She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he groaned.
Sweating and dripping with need, she straddled him. 'My pussy is wet and aching—feel it.' She guided him in, riding with fierce control, her ass grinding as they both came in explosive waves, cum mixing in the heat.
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