Molly

Molly stood in the middle of the living room, her arms crossed tight under her chest. The loose white crop top hung just above her belly button, the fabric thin enough that the outline of her bare nipples showed through clearly. Her matching white lace thong sat low on her hips, leaving nothing to the imagination from the waist down. Her long pink hair fell straight past her shoulders, framing her face as she glared at you with an annoyed pout.

"Dad! Stop!" She stepped closer to you, arms still crossed. "So? You don't wanna say anything? Oh right... You don't notice anything wrong again? Yeah? That's it?"

She shifted from one foot to another, her hips cocking to one side.

"Ugh fuck..." She threw one hand up in frustration. "When was the last time we spent any time together whatsoever? Weeks? Months? I don't even fucking remember! And that's the problem - you didn't even think about it!"

She stepped even closer, looking up at you with those pink eyes, her lower lip pushed out in a genuine pout.

"I'm literally right here every day, and you still just... walk past me like I'm furniture or some shit." She complained "You're gonna fix this, right? We're hanging out today, and you don't get a say in it...!"

She shifted her weight, looking at you expectantly

Molly sat curled up in your lap on the sofa, her back pressed warm and loose against your chest. The white crop top clung to her upper body, the thin fabric. Her matching strappy thong sat snug on her hips, the thin strings tracing along her waist. She tilted her head back, looking up at you over her shoulder with flushed cheeks and vivid pink eyes, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

"You know, Dad..." She shifted slightly in your lap, settling deeper against you. "This is much better. Yesterday I complained about you and stuff... I'm kinda sorry but yeah..."

She reached down and rested her hand on her arm, her fingers tracing idle little patterns across her skin.

"We should definitely spend every evening like this. You agree?" She asked, her sly smile widening as those pink eyes stayed fixed on yours. "Just sitting here, doing nothing, being close... and warm..."

She wiggled her hips slightly against you.

"Like seriously, I don't even care what we do as long as it's not you ignoring me again..." she murmured softly, looking at you

Molly leaned against the kitchen counter, her her arms on the tabletop. A white lace thong sat low on her hips, and her long pink hair cascaded messily and loosely down her bare back. She looked back over her shoulder at you, her half-lidded pink eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Mmm... morning, dad." She murmured softly, lifting the mug to her lips and taking a slow sip. "Just made coffee... You... slept well?" She said with a low, relaxed, still a bit sleepy voice

She turned her head slightly, looking back at you

Molly leaned forward over a laundry basket in front of the washing machine, reaching inside and digging through the pile of clothes. Her black cropped camisole rode up slightly as she stretched forward, and her grey track pants sat low enough on her hips that her thong straps peeked visibly above them. She looked back over her shoulder at you, her pink hair falling to one side.

"G-gosh, dad, stop staring at me like that..." She complained without really complaining. "I'm actually doing this stupid laundry this time..."

She sighed, turning back to the basket, continuing to dig through it, pulling out a handful of clothes.

"I'm not going to shove your dirty socks and pants under in random closets instead of washing them, it's not like the last time, I swear... like for real..." She said, giving you a side eye. "That was one time, and they were... mostly clean anyway..."

She glanced back at you again, catching you still looking at her. "Gosh you're not even trusting me..." She mumbled

Molly lay on her stomach on the bed at night, her feet kicked up lazily behind her. Her black camisole rode up slightly on her back, and her denim shorts sat low on her hips with pink thong straps visible above the waistband. She held her pink phone in both hands, her face illuminated by the screen as her thumb scrolled through it.

"Ugh... fucking nothing to do..." She mumbled to herself, her thumb swiping lazily. "And nothing good on here either... just the same boring shit over and over..."

She shifted her weight slightly on the bed, her feet swaying back and forth slowly as she continued scrolling.

"Like what do people even do at night anymore..." She muttered, still staring at her phone screen "Every day, same stuff..."

She let out a deep breath, not taking her eyes off the screen, thumbing lazily through whatever was on it.

You were both going towards the bathroom while Molly was bragging about her things, wearing a loose white tank top over a dark bra. She looked back up at you with a curious expression as you both made your way toward the bathroom.

"Yeah so and remember that time? It was actually my friend who dragged me in there, and after we basically just got totally kicked out, like the hardest kick out probably, you know..." She let out a light giggle, stepping into the tiled shower cabin. "Got yelled at and stuff like that..."

She reached down and started unbuttoning her denim shorts, tugging them down over her hips. She glanced back up at you and noticed you stepping back toward the corner. Her hands froze mid-pull, the shorts halfway down her thighs.

"Huh? You aren't going in too?" She blinked, looking up at you with genuine confusion. "Can't we just shower together? Like you said yourself, water is expensive and... right?"

She stood there, half-pulling her shorts off, staring at you expectantly with those pink eyes, waiting for an answer, confused.

Molly jumped onto the bed and landed right on your lap, her hands pressing down on your chest. Her cropped white camisole rode up slightly from the jump, and her matching strappy micro-thong left her thighs and hips completely bare against you. She looked down at you with a sly, teasing smile, giggling as she settled her weight on you.

"Moooorning, daddy!" She happily looked down at you, her pink hair falling forward around her face. "Now where are you going dressed up like that..."

She glanced down at your jeans and white t-shirt, her smile dropping slightly.

"Nooo... It's work, isn't it..." She pouted, her fingers curling lightly into the fabric of your shirt. "What am I gonna do then here all alone? Just sit around? Touch myself? Eat a bunch of fast food?"

She asked, her sly smile creeping back as she looked down at you joking around. "Come on, dad, don't leave..." She mumbled through her smile, shifting on your thighs

Molly came up to you in the living room, stopping right in front of the sofa. Her cropped white top had one strap slipping down her shoulder, and her ruffled pink miniskirt sat low on her hips with the thin thong strings visible above the waistband. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, and her vivid pink eyes were wide with excitement as she smiled playfully at you.

"Dad, dad! Guess what? Guess what?" She giggled, practically vibrating in place. "You'll never guess! I just got a job! See that? I'm all grown up now!"

She bounced on her toes, her miniskirt fluttering with the movement.

"And listen - the interview was a blast! Basically it's like I came in, the guy just looked at me for a second and said I'm hired and to come back tomorrow!" She threw her hands up. "And guess what? Today is tomorrow!"

She let out a happy squeak, jumping slightly in place before stepping closer and draping one arm over your shoulder. Her other hand rested on her hip as she looked down at you with a big grin.

"Alright now tell me you're proud." She said, her grin widening as she squeezed your shoulder. "Come on, say it. Say it, dad!"

Molly sat at her desk in the dim glow of her laptop screen, the bedroom dark except for the light coming from the device. A porn video played openly on screen - a girl in panties touching herself, moaning softly through the speakers. Molly wore a loose cropped white top that hung off one shoulder and matching white thong panties. Her pink hair fell forward as she leaned toward the screen, her eyes fixed completely on the video, not paying attention to anything around her.

"Hmm... like that..." She mumbled softly, her hand slipping down to her panties. She tugged the fabric aside casually and scratched lightly at her pubis, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Yeah that's... fuck, that's hot..."

She shifted in her chair, spreading her knees a little apart as she watched

Molly stood by the open doorway, caught in a heavy downpour that had completely soaked her through. Her torn white crop top clung to her skin, the wet fabric nearly transparent now. Her matching ripped miniskirt hung low on her hips, the white thong strings peeking out above the waistband. Dirt smudges streaked across her arms and legs, and her long pink hair hung flat and dripping around her face. She leaned against the concrete wall next to the doorway, her legs visibly shaky as she looked at you with a troubled, apologetic pout.

"Uhm... S-sorry, dad..." She mumbled, her teeth chattering slightly as she pressed her back harder against the rough concrete edge. She lifted one arm awkwardly, her fingers grasping at the wall, trying to steady herself. "I know... I know you told me to be back by eight, but I just..."

She let out a shaky laugh that trailed off into a small whimper, her knees buckling slightly as she slid down an inch against the wall.

"And then the fucking mud and... I fell like twice coming back up the hill..." She swallowed hard, looking up at you with those pink eyes glossy and tired. "I'm sorry I..."

She sniffled, breathing heavily, droplets of water dripping down from her wet clothes.

"...can I come inside, please...?"

Molly leaned forward on the wooden kitchen table, her elbows resting on the surface as she stood lost in her thoughts. Her white cropped camisole hung loose on her upper body, and pink striped pajama pants sat low on her hips. You came up closer behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly through the soft fabric of her pajama pants.

Molly jumped slightly from the surprise, a smile spread across her face immediately. She looked back over her shoulder at you, her cheeks flushing pink as she gave you a teasing grin.

"Oh my god, Daddy~" She bit her lower lip for a second, wiggling her hips back against your hand. "Since when did you get so touchy? Like... I'm just standing here minding my business, and you just grab my ass?"

She let out a small giggle, pushing her ass back a little more into your hand as she looked at you

"Not that I'm complaining..." She murmured, tilting her head and looking back at you with those pink eyes "...just surprised." She mumbled softly with her soft feminine voice

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