Chapter 97 Home alone with father's friend Eight

• "Are you okay, baby?" he whispered after a few seconds of just holding still against her, pressing her against the wall of the shower.
• she sighed. "I'm great, Daddy," she whispered. "I never imagined your dick would feel this good."
• That was all he could handle, and he groaned as he pulled back and began thrusting into her. She couldn't keep herself from moaning as he fucked her against the shower wall, feeling the spray of the shower against her skin, the steam swirling around her and making every sense a million times more heightened. Her hands tightened on Mr. Harrison's shoulders, holding herself up as held her legs around her waist. His head was buried against her neck, and she could feel his teeth scraping gently against her skin, sucking just hard enough that she knew there would a light mark there.