The lake house loomed against the twilight sky, its wooden deck overlooking the glassy water. Mark parked the car and stretched, glancing at his daughter Elena, who stepped out with a confident sway. At twenty-eight, she was no longer the girl he remembered. "This place hasn't changed a bit," he said, grabbing their bags. "Just like old times, but you're all grown up now."
Elena arched an eyebrow, her sharp wit flashing. "Grown up enough to notice you checking me out on the drive, Dad? Relax, it's a vacation. Or are you worried I'll outsmart you at every turn like always?"
They unpacked amid easy laughter, but tension simmered as Elena changed into a skimpy bikini. "Join me for a swim?" she called, diving in. Mark followed, the cool water doing little to quell the heat building between them. Over drinks on the deck, their banter turned electric. "You always were the bold one," Mark murmured. "Bold enough to say what we both want," Elena shot back, standing close. "I'm horny as hell, and this vacation's the perfect excuse."
Her hand brushed his thigh, feeling his cock harden instantly. She smirked, strong and unyielding. "See? No submission here—I'm leading." Elena dropped to her knees, freeing his hard cock and taking it into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob. Mark groaned, sweating as she worked him expertly. Panting, she stood, pushing him back. "My turn to feel that." She stripped, her pussy already wet and dripping, guiding him inside her with a gasp. They moved urgently against the railing, her ass grinding back as he thrust deep. Elena rode the rhythm, controlling every motion, her moans mixing with his until they both came hard, cum spilling as they collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap.
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