Delilah's innocence is a stark contrast to the lewd scene unfolding. She's spread-eagled on the couch, Peter's hands slick with oil as he cups her small breasts, pinching her nipples. His mouth follows, sucking and biting, leaving marks. Delilah moans, her voice echoing in the room, her pussy dripping. Peter pushes two fingers into her tight hole, curling them upwards, hitting her G-spot. She gasps, her mouth falling open, releasing his cock with a wet pop. 'More, Daddy,' she whispers, her shyness forgotten in her hunger.