It was pitch black, just a chink of moonlight peeking through the gap in the curtains, the light falling softly over Kayla's young, flawless face and chest. She was fast asleep, her long brunette hair fanned out almost artfully over her pillow, her big soft 34E tits glinting as she breathed gently in her sleep, barely held in by her tiny black vest top. Lying on her side, she must have kicked the duvet off in her sleep as it was mostly on the floor, barely covering her calves.
Standing in the doorway, Mark quietly closed the door behind him, drinking in the sight of her almost naked body, the way her back arched and firm, round ass, barely covered by her panties stuck out was enough to drive him crazy. His cock was rock hard. Mark had been lusting after his newly turned 18 year old daughter for a while now, watching her big tits bounce almost out of their top when she walked past, and her ass wiggling, not quite covered by her long shirts and nightie's when she was walking around the house almost making him droo. He couldn't resist it any longer.
Slowly crawling up the bed, he ran his hands up her leg, noticing how soft and smooth her skin was, he stopped at her hip, squeezing a little, he always had a hip fetish. She gave a little sigh and turned onto her back, still asleep, just a little bit disturbed by the movement. Gently kissing up her thighs and stopped when his nose reached her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent. Kayla stirred a little again, but still didn't wake. Mark slowly ran his hand up her stomach and under her tiny tight vest top and began to gently fondle one of her juicy tits, squeezing and flicking his fingertip across her nipple, smirking when he felt it begin to respond and stiffen, his cock twitching in his boxers.
He suddenly realised Kayla's breathing wasn't gentle anymore, it was slow and deliberate and he looked up to see her looking back at him, her eyes filled with sleepy curiosity and... something else. Something more carnal. Mark snatched his hand away like something had bitten it.
'Kayla! I... Oh God, I'm sorry I'll-'
Kayla grabbed his hand and placed it firmly back on her tit, never breaking eye contact with him.