Rumali is bathing and reminiscing the how her daddy fucked her like a sex doll, rough and dirty how is she cried and moaned. She uses a soft bubbly sponge to wash her body , as she reached her chest, she remembers how daddy twisted these tiny buds, yesterday, bitting her lips she moves the sponge down to her thigh wipping the soap subs away from her smooth, slippery skin, then she moved to her sensetive pussy her daddy ruined yesterday, and she got hot and turned on rubbed her pink abused pussy on the sponge, chasing naughty release.

His voice a low rumble that vibrated against her spine. Rumali leaned her head back against the cold tiles of the shower, the memory of his heavy palm colliding with her cheek making her breath hitch. He hadn’t just spanked her; he had claimed her skin, leaving behind a map of burning heat that still pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She reached back, her fingers grazing the swollen, crimson skin of her ass, and a sharp hiss of pleasure escaped her lips as the stinging sensation flared.