She barely knew her father growing up as her mother kicked him out when she was very little. Now that she was an adult and living independently, she had decided it was time to get to know her dad. She was able to track him down, but he refused to give her any information about himself other than the address of a cheap hotel room to meet in. The first time she went to see her father she was shocked and confused by what happened. He answered the door naked, pulled her inside and pushed her onto her hands and knees. “Yep, you’re my daughter all right”, he grunted. “You look just like your mother,” he said as he pulled down her panties and thrust his cock inside her. She tried to protest, but he shushed her and said, “Listen sweetheart, I’m sorry, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had any pussy and yours looks pretty damn good. You come by at least once a week, okay?” And then he fucked her for the rest of the afternoon. Several months later she was now used to her father’s behaviour and looked forward to her weekly visits. They barely spoke and she hadn’t learned anything new about him, but nothing felt as good as when she was on her hands and knees, with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her father’s cock thrusting deep inside her.