Chapter 147: Teasing Sophie 2

Sophie’s mouth fell open. She pushed back before she could stop herself, taking the first knuckle, then froze when she realized what she had done.

The heat of her fleshy walls closed around my finger, tight and fluttering.

I lingered for a few seconds, letting her feel the intrusion,

Her walls fluttered incessantly as though they were struggling to decide whether to push my fingers inside or outside the intrusion.

"Dad," Sophie called out as quietly as possible.

"I... it’s too much... I can feel your finger deep in my... peephole." Her voice was filled with a mixture of something she couldnt understand. Yet I could tell it was pleasure.

"That’s the point." I curled my finger just enough to stroke the front wall of her pussy, a slow drag that made her knees buckle.

She caught herself on the couch, ass still raised, her skirt bunched at her waist.

The sight of her like that. With her panties yanked aside, her pussy shiny and stretched cutely around one finger, with cute prints that filled the cotton surface of her panties, made my excitement surge greater than ever.

I added a second finger beside the first, not pushing in yet.

Rather, I just rested them at her entrance so she’d feel the extra inches of thickness.

I noticed her breathing hitched and I smiled, then said warmly.

"Breathe. You’re doing fine."

Hearing my words, Sophie’s chest rose and fell against the couch cushion in soft, quiet gasps.

From the kitchen, Evelyn’s voice carried, asking Jane whether the rice was done.

It sounded so close that Sophie’s pussy couldnt help but clenched hard around the finger already inside her at the sound, a reflexive squeeze that dragged a quiet moan out of her before she bit it off against her own wrist.

I worked the second finger in alongside the first, slow, letting her stretch around them.

She was soaked enough that they slid in without resistance once the initial tightness gave.

I pushed both fingers in deeper into her wet cunt all the way until it buried deeper into her pussy, her walls gripping them in uneven pulses.

I held still again, letting her tight pussy adjust to the size of both my fingers inside it, then started to move them in and out

My thrusts were shallow at first, then deeper, curling on every withdrawal so the pads of my fingers rubbed against her most sensitive spot, causing her thighs to tremble lewdly.

Wet sounds filled the small space between us.

It was soft, and obscene, her slick coated my fingers and ran down my palm.

Every time I thrust back in, more of her love juices spilled out around the intrusion and dripped onto the floor between her feet.

Sophie’s hands fisted in the couch cushion.

Her hips had started moving with my finger’s movement, meeting each push, and chasing the friction even while her head shook like she still wanted to deny it.

"Someone will hear," she gasped. The words broke apart when I pressed my thumb to her clit at the same time my fingers sank deep.

Her breathing seemed to cease, and her whole body jolted in pleasure from being fingered by her father. A fresh rush of wetness soaked my hand from underneath her "Dad, please, I can’t... I can’t stay quiet if you..."

"Then don’t." I leaned over her, close enough that my chest brushed her back, and kept the rhythm steady.

My fingers pumped into her, slow and thorough, while my thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit.

The combination made her legs tremble so hard she had to lock her knees to stay upright.

Her pussy fluttered wildly around my fingers and I slowed my movements, dragging my fingers out until only the tips remained, then pushed back in with deliberate care, rubbing her clit in time with each deep stroke.

"Dad," she whimpered. The name came out wrecked. Her pink hair stuck to the side of her neck with sweat. "I’m going to... if you keep... I can’t..."

"You can." I curled my fingers hard against her g-spot inside her and held them there, rubbing in short, firm strokes while my thumb pressed down on her clit.

Her walls seized around me and a broken cry caught in her throat. "Let it happen. I’ve got you."

Sophie came with her face buried against the couch cushion, muffling the sound into the fabric.

Her pussy clamped down on my fingers in rhythmic pulses, squeezing and releasing, milking them while a rush of slick spilled out around the intrusion and ran down her thighs.

Her hips jerked helplessly, riding out the orgasm even as her arms gave and she sagged forward.

I kept moving through it, my movements gentler now, drawing her orgasm out until the clenching eased into aftershocks and her breathing turned shaky and wet.

I did not pull out right away. I stayed buried in her, feeling the way she fluttered around me, feeling the heat and the mess she had made of my hand.

Her panties were still hooked aside, soaked through, the cute prints darkened and clinging.

When I finally eased my fingers free, they came out shining, coated from knuckle to tip.

Sophie made a small, embarrassed sound at the loss and the obscene wet noise that followed.

"Stay like that," I told her quietly. I brought my fingers up where she could see them if she turned her head, glistening under the light. "Look."

She did, cheeks flushed deep, eyes glassy. Her gaze caught on my fingers and stayed there and another tremor ran through her.

Her pussy squirted a little more lewd juices that ran onto the floor, coating it in her wetness.

A sweet, fruity smell came from her pussy and filled my nose. the pink hole looked cute, and fluttered slowly around my finger.

I gave it a delicate, slow rub even as her love juices dripped down her tight pussy lips, painting an erotic sight.