Forbidden XIX

“So you’re saying that we can’t suck or fuck or lick or kiss each other anymore?” Saying this, Candace squeezes her breasts up and together, pinching her nipples slightly.

Caleb forces himself to look his daughter in the eye. “I ... I’m sorry, but we just can’t.”

The catgirl pouts. “Well, could you at least pass me my razor?”

The man hands her the razor, and against his better judgment, he stays to brush his teeth. He thinks that his daughter will pull the curtain closed, but she just leaves it open to shave her shapely legs. And then he nearly chokes when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Candace stroke her cunt before shaving it too. Even he cannot ignore the huge tent in his towel and the urge to stroke it—no, slam it into the young underage teenage cunt being paraded right in front of him. He quickly rinses his mouth out and leaves.

Candace sighs to herself. She has not given up. She knows that she can wear him down again and turn him into her sex slave, she just hates all th