Eva and Father

Eva and Father


A cold gust of night air blew into the house as Eva opened the door. Her long, red-brown hair whipped across her face as she stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. Basking in the warmth of her home, the eighteen-year-old shrugged off her coat and hung it in the closet by the door. With a sigh of relief, she dropped her heavy bag full of books onto the floor.

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He watched as she padded through the living room in her socks. He gazed over her slender body, from her gently curving chest down to her firm, round ass and long legs nestled in a pair of tight jeans. She stopped by the large white sofa, looking down at the phone in her hands, and he took this moment to emerge. He glided soundlessly up and with a swift, practiced motion, wrapped his arms around her from behind.
She tensed and tried to scream, but his hand was already covering her face. His other hand snaked down and grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her to drop the phone onto the sofa. The girl writhed and twisted, attempting to shake loose, but he only tightened his grip. In fact, he was enjoying her movements – her little ass was grinding against him and heightening his arousal. Nevertheless, he leaned in close to her head, pressing his face into the side of hers, and whispered in her ear.
“Don’t make a sound,” he smiled softly. He needn’t said anything, though; as soon as the girl heard his voice, she froze.
“That’s my girl.” He slowly removed the hand from her face and moved it down towards him. As his clothes dropped to the floor with a soft thud, the girl began to tremble. He tightened his arm around her, hugging her from behind, and he was sure she could feel his hardness pressing into her back. The man looked down and inhaled the scent of her hair, before he removed his arm from around her and roughly pushed her over the back of the sofa.
Before the girl could react, the man placed a hand on her upper back, forcing her to remain bent over the sofa, her firm ass towards him. With his other hand, he reached under her, unbuttoned her jeans, and yanked them midway down her slim legs, almost to the knee. The girl hadn’t made a sound, but he felt her tremble even faster as he used two fingers to pull aside her thin, white panties. He hooked the tiny strip of cloth to the side, and ran his fingers over her exposed vagina. The girl remained silent. Keeping a hand on her back, he leaned over her and slowly ran his free hand down her lower back, over her firm, petite ass, and used two fingers to spread her vaginal lips. He stroked in between her labia with his middle finger a few times, and then, he inserted the tip inside her without warning. The girl gasped, even though only half his finger was inside. The man curled and rotated his finger, rubbing the walls of her vagina. He leaned further over the girl and sighed with pleasure in her ear, moving his finger even faster inside her. She continued to make no noise except for sharp gasps and inhales. Without warning, the man shoved his entire finger inside her, forcefully hooking and twisting it around, and the girl let out a small whimper of pain.