Daddy Daughter Anal Sauna
Nym Hexel
A hot spring was the final thing he thought he would be experiencing after an exhausting day. But there he was, 50 not-so-young, visiting Japan for the first time with his family, sitting naked as any other human here in the onsen, a natural hot spring.
George Baxter was a successful, well-dressed and commanding businessman—at least, that was his professional persona. But then he got into this traditional wooden bathhouse. He had already sent his wife and 21-year old son to their hotel room, to get some peace and quiet for his final day of the trip in Tokyo.
He wanted to explore the city's culture, and what better way than to immerse himself in a traditional Japanese onsen? He didn't expect his daughter, Heidi, to tag along, but here she was, her 20-year-old body glistening under the soft, dim lighting, her laughter echoing through the wooden structure.
"Dad, you're not going to sit this one out, are you?" Heidi teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was a beautiful girl, confident and provocative, with a body that could make any man do a double-take. George felt a stirring in his loins, a feeling he hadn't felt in years, not with his daughter, not with anyone.
He was a man of control, of discipline, but here, in this steamy, communal bathhouse, he felt a primal urge to awaken. He was a man on the edge, and Heidi was the push he needed to fall over.
"Come on, Dad," Heidi said, her voice a sultry purr. "It's just water. You can't get any wetter than you already are." She was right, of course. The hot spring water was up to his chest, and the steam was thick enough to make his skin tingle. But it was more than just the water that was making him tingle.
Heidi stepped closer, her body a silhouette in the dim light.
She was close enough for him to see the water droplets clinging to her skin, tracing paths down her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. He could see the dark triangle of hair between her legs, and he felt a surge of desire so strong it was almost painful.
"See something you like, Dad?" Heidi asked, her voice a low, husky whisper. She was playing with him, teasing him, and he fucking loved it. He could feel his cock hardening, pressing against the warm water, aching to be touched.
"Fuck, Heidi," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You're playing with fire, you know that?" He was trying to warn her, to tell her that she was pushing him too far. But she just smiled, a wicked, knowing smile that told him she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Maybe I like playing with fire, Dad," she replied, her voice a low purr. She stepped even closer until her body was pressed against his, her breasts crushed against his chest. He could feel her nipples, hard and erect, pressing into his skin. He groaned, a sound that was half-pain, half-pleasure.
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