Dad's face contorted and his lips parted as he drew in gasping breaths. His eyes fluttered. I knew he was close. And I thought that if I could just get him to let go one time, he would stop fighting. I knew it wasn't rational, what I was doing. But I wanted it so bad, it ached! His body tensed beside me again.
"Stop," he said quietly.
Still stroking him, I leaned a little closer and pouted at him. Then I asked, "Why daddy? I want to do this..."
As if to emphasize my point, I tightened my grip while continuing to masturbate him. Up and down my hand moved, rapidly trying to pull him to release. His p***s started twitching between my fingers.
"Please, Gracie..." he begged.
His face looked so completely helpless. I could tell he didn't possess the physical or mental strength to make me st
