<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/starr__120312180756.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fourche<br/><strong>Specific Location:</strong>Kizzy's Bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Not a damn thing<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>XXX action<br/><br/>He needed little verbal encouragement to continue. A steady firm cadence of pounding was quickening his breathing and making him moan aloud in heavenly rapture. He took each of her hands in his and gave a few deep and hard thrusts at her beckoning as he holds her firmly to the bed. He loved the way her body rocked in time with his. Thrusting up as he was thrusting down. The sexual symphony was in full swing and their bodies were making some sweet and powerful music. What he didn't expect was his own enjoyment taking over. Maybe it was the surprise factor, or the taboo of it all, but he was already feeling the pressure in his loins and needed to control himself.<br/><br/>One of the things he knew for certain about Kizzy was that she didn't like rough men, but also didn't care for passive ones either. She liked a man to take charge and make things happen. He moved close and rolled with her on the bed. With her on top and holding her hips to control the cadence he stood a better chance to delay his climax, and it was important for him to allow her to cum first.<br/><br/>It was after they rolled and she went upright that it hit him. They see each other every day, and up until this moment he always just saw her as Kizzy. His wild and rebellious daughter. Looking at her in the throes of passion he saw her for the first time in her true form. "My god when did you get so beautiful?"<br/><br/>