The house is quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of silk as Daddy Vegas 72's daughter squirms on the couch, her legs spread, her fingers working her wet pussy. She's thinking of him, her father, and the way he looks at her. He enters, catching her, his presence making her moan louder. He stands over her, his robe tenting, his eyes dark with desire. "For me, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough. She nods, her body tensing as she cums, her juices flowing, her cries filling the room. He watches, his own release imminent, their taboo dance far from over.