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Daddy's Little Girl [Yin x StayFrosty]

StayFrosty♂

Banned
Banished
Joined
Nov 18, 2010
Location
NY
A sigh escaped Ash's lips; all the 33-year-old man could think about was two weeks away from his wife as she had left on business. They hadn't talked much recently, and lord knew that the family had been broken up for quite a while now. Only just returning from his service across seas in the Air Force three weeks ago, things hadn't been as they'd used to. Hell, Ash hadn't even recognized his own daughter. Years had passed since he had last even seen her, and now she was much older and made him uneasy whenever they were close, for secretly the man found her extremely attractive and couldn't help but think about how much Daddy's little girl had grown up.

Ash left his room, traveling down the stairs where he sat himself upon the couch in the living room. He wasn't planning on watching anything on the television, though possibly resting up a bit or killing some time.
 
Layla hadn't seen her father in a long time, she hadn't even been able to talk to him, so it was a bit odd to come home and not be long with her mother. She had adjusted well to the notion of no longer being along until 8p.m. at night and in reality she really liked it. Her father was very handsome for someone of his age, his eyes were alluring, his body will sculpted and his voice sent small chills down her back. Layla all in all did fill a little odd around her father, but it was because she secretly had a crush on him.

Her mother had gone off for business and Layla was alone with her father now. It wasn't the first time but this was the longest time they'd be alone together. As she left her room she was dressed in a tight fitting mini skirt and a tank top that barely concealed her double D breasts. Heading down the hallway Layla saw her father on the couch and she rushed to join him. "Hi Dad." She called out and set down beside him.
 
Ash tried not to let his mouth gape as his daughter entered the room - young and voluptuous like her mother had once been. He was glad the girl had been even speaking to him, so took the opportunity to engage in a real conversation, though it had been like talking to a stranger. "Hey there, Layla," Ash smiled, trying not to ogle the girl's curvaceous and shapely body, "You going out to a club or something?" He sniggered, just about unaware as to how old his daughter was, not knowing that she hadn't been old enough, though why else would she wear such skimpy attire?
 
Chuckling at her father, Layla giggled and looked up at him. "You're so funny dad. I'm not old enough to go clubbin'." She gave a small pout, "I wish I was though, I think it would be rad to bump and grind all night long." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders then looked around for the remote. "So what are you watching?" Layla leaned over as she spotted the remote on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Leaning over a small amount of her lower back was bared to him. "Besides, this is how i normally dress." She confessed and picked up the remote then leaned back and flipped the channel.
 
Almost unable to stop ogling his daughter's body, Ash completely dismissed the former conversation to further find out more about his daughter.
"Well, I knew I couldn't prevent the inevitable. My baby had to grow up some time." He smiled, "I'm just sorry I wasn't around to witness it." Ash moved in close, trying to share a bonding moment between the two as he placed his arm around her waist, "So. Your mother's strict, huh. I bet she won't let you date then." Ash sighed with a slight smile, "Things are always difficult around her. That's why I'm glad I got you for the next month, right?"

Ash's eyes wandered down towards Layla's lower-body, his gaze fixated on the girl's hot thighs in that small, tight mini-skirt. He hadn't been sure if his daughter had been wearing a bra, though he felt as if he could see right through her shirt - right through everything.
 
Layla tossed the remote back onto the table where she had gotten it from and turned to face her father as she felt him move closer to her. The slight movement was enough to make her heart skip a beat as she listened to him talk. "Its alright dad. It wasn't your fault you had to be gone all the time. I don't blame you, besides mother explained everything to me and you were gone for a good reason." She sighed at the mention of her mother being strict. "Oh yes. Mom is very strict. She says that if I date I can't wear the clothes I like, and between us dad, I don't like pants and covering clothes. They're not comfy." She confessed. Settle into her father's touch, Layla's cheeks flushed a little. "This month is gonna be amazing." Layla replied as she wiggled on his lap and placed her hands on around her father's neck.
 
((Sorry it took me long to respond, I was really sick. -_-))

Ash settle his hand against Layla's thigh now, moving his fingers back and forth - up and down against her soft, milky skin. He let his hand crawl down towards her inner leg, feeling the warmness that radiated from within. This one was perky, and if he had any hope of getting it with his daughter, Ash would have to find her weak spot. A sudden flash, almost as if he had just come to a shocking realization occurred and all the man could do was let his jaw drop a bit. What had he been thinking? This was his baby girl? How could Ask defile such a flower.

The adult stood up, "You know what, I think I'm gonna head up stairs, maybe get some work done. Your mother left all of this month's bills on my desk; I should..." Ash gulped, trying to suppress his erection, "...get started now." The man sighed, turning towards the stairs.
 
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