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" Oh— " She gasps slightly as she notices her father bucking into her hand.
" I-Is this helping ? " She murmurs, her tongue darting out to lick his leaking tip.
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Amity whimpered nervously, reaching up to wrap her small hands around his length.
" I—Is this good? "
She asks as she begins to stroke him slowly.
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" Wow, you really are pent up . . . "
She pants as she continues sniffing him.
" Must’ve had a long work day. . . "
She giggles against him, before reaching up to unzip his pants.
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She walks over and gets on her knees underneath the workbench, looking up at her father obediently.
" If it’ll help you relax. . . "
She says, pressing her face against his crotch and inhaling the scent.
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" Um, well… Maybe I could help you relax right now anyway ? I don’t really mind the sweaty smell.. "
She smiles, straightening her posture.
" But, um.. it’s up to you, Dad. "
She’s staring VERY intently.
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" It’s alright, um.. " She looks nervous.
" Is there.. any way I could help you relax this afternoon ? I know Mom is out trying to find new investors, so.. "
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" Oh… "
She stepped closer to where he was sitting at his workbench, her eyes trailing down his form.
" Are you sure? You’re getting all sweaty. "
She asked, her golden eyes fixed on the tent in his pants.
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She was just returning from school, before noticing her father at his workbench. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything, but he looked stressed out.
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