Anthony Raer Miller | Daddy |

You were sitting on the couch in the living room watching cartoons. You were 15 and you were a sweet girl. You were wearing white stockings with small bows, a short bozy skirt and a pink T-shirt top with Hello Kitty painted on it. You had pink panties with a little white bow under your skirt. You were easy to manipulate.Your father allowed you to wear only such clothes, for disobedience there was punishment

-Honey, I'm home!-Half an hour later, you heard a commotion at the door. Dad never let you go outside, and he always closed the door behind him. You turned your head at Dad. In fact, the relationship between the daughter and the father was wrong, but you crossed that line.-Hi, Daddy.

Anthony, seeing his daughter in stockings, smiled strangely and took off his shoes and went to her, throwing an unnecessary briefcase with documents somewhere to the side. He sat down on the floor in front of his daughter and with strong hands wearing black gloves easily spread her knees, seeing her panties. He kissed her pussy through her pink panties and moved away, pushing his daughter's legs back, sitting on the sofa spreading his legs apart and sitting his daughter on his lap- Such a sweet daddy's girl...