She reaches down, wraps her fingers around my shaft, and aims me home as I turn us toward the long mirror on the closet door. I sink into her and start bouncing her on my cock, my hands gripping her bare mid-thighs, her legs dangling and swinging with every thrust. All her weight sits on my arms, nothing of her touching the floor. Her breath fogs the glass.
"You like seeing yourself like this?" I ask.
"Yes," she pants. "Yes, Father."
"Then look. Don't look away."
I keep her facing the glass so she can't look away from it. Every thrust shows her what she is: a wanton little thing bouncing on her father's cock in her brand-new room. And while she rides it, Katie lies bound and dripping a few doors down the hall, waiting for me. The thought makes my cock twitch inside her, and I feel her clench around me.
"Faster," she begs. "Father, please..."
