Priya lingered in the doorway, her wide ass swaying as she studied her father slumped in grief. Since her mother's death, the house felt hollow, and she knew his high sexual appetite had left him restless and depressed. "Dad, you've been moping for weeks. Mom wouldn't want you suffering like this," she said, voice firm and laced with wit. "I love you unconditionally—enough to fix what she can't anymore."
He glanced up, weary. "Priya, you're my daughter. This isn't right."
"Right or wrong, you're horny and I'm not blind to it," she countered sharply, stepping closer with a knowing smile. "Big boobs, wide ass—I'm offering what you crave. No submission here; I'm taking charge to make you happy." Tension crackled as she shed her clothes, revealing her curves, her pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation. "Feel how horny I am for this."
Her father hesitated, but Priya's hands moved boldly, stroking his cock until it grew hard and massive. "That's the donkey-sized dick I remember hearing about," she teased wittily. "Let me give you a blowjob to start—consider it my unconditional gift." She knelt, taking him deep, her strong grip guiding the rhythm while he panted.
Soon he lifted her onto the bed, his cock thrusting into her virgin pussy with urgent force. Priya moaned but stayed in control, riding him with her ass bouncing, sweat beading on their skin. "Harder—fill me," she demanded between witty jabs about his appetite. They moved together, her juices dripping as he gripped her curves.
Panting and sweating, they climaxed fiercely; she came first with a cry, then he came hard, cum spilling inside her. Priya held him close, strong and satisfied. "This is just our beginning, Dad—your hunger won't go unsated again."
But as their breathing slowed, Priya's eyes gleamed with plans for more nights ahead.
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