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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tShe had waited in the privacy of the changing room for her father. She was fine with waiting. Enjoying the ability to be nude outside her own home. She spread her legs to let the cool air from the vent above breeze across her young, undeveloped body. \t“I found the perfect shirt for you princess!” Said her father. He came in and shut the door behind him. A small pink shirt sized for a little girl was in his hand. It caught Cheri’s attention and she watched it like a doggie treat. She could not parse the stylized text on it before her father flipped it over and grabbed it by the bottom. \t“Really Dad?!” A sense of excitement made her tail flop side to side as she put her arms up. Waiting to be dressed. \t“Just you wait!” His heart beat faster as he stared down at her slender body. The hints of child bearing hips already visible even at her age. He licked his lips as the shirt slid down, her soft furred chest soon concealed under the pink shirt. \t“You like it?” Her father said. His hand had drifted down to rest along his groin. Subtly giving him something to grind against. \t“I think. What’s it say?“ She asked as she innocently rubbed her hands along the shirt, smoothing it out before trying to read it. \t“It says…” He paused for a moment’s playfulness. “Daddy says I’m not allowed to date boys...” She tilted her head. Knowing the words but still not grasping the gestalt of their meaning. \t“What’s that mean?” The confusion cocked her ear slightly. Her head tilting as instinctive communication helped signal her genuine confusion. \t“Bend over for daddy and he’ll show you.” The privacy of the room and her casual nudity had helped to shed pretences. He’d already undone his pants and slid his underwear down. His red rocket was nothing she hadn’t seen before, though never outside her bedroom. \tHer small hands planted on the mirror. She could see her father squaring up behind her. As her tail wagged she would see bits of his angular cock tip. She saw it drop down. His balls were also visible, thick and sagging between her thighs in the reflection. \t“It means….” He paused. Waiting a moment for his daughter’s full attention. The narrowness of his tip made it easy to start. Only a few centimetres in and she already started to squirm. \t“Its my way of telling boys... Only daddy gets to do this with you~” She was pulled by the hips as his thrust pushed him deeper. It made her abdominal muscles spasm as he made his cock fit. The depth was satisfactory and he started to slip back, this was their usual pattern for making sure he could fuck her without hurting her. \tCheri’s mind had shifted its priorities considerably. The shirt that hung off her young body suddenly mattered very little. What did matter was the way his deep penetration would make her burp. The raw sensation of pleasure her father provided was the only thing that interested her, she was desperate for more. \tHer heavy panting left fog on the mirror. She was enveloped in her father’s sexual rhythm. Her body and mind were along for the ride. \t“Hnnnnng. Only daddy gets to do this.” He said again. Growling it out down the back of her neck as his knot smacked against her lips. Trying to fit it would destroy her. Push her past the edge. He restrained himself. Gripping his knot with his fingers and giving a long heavy squeeze. \tFor a brief moment his cock sealed her pussy as he cummed. It poured in thick with each heart beat. The pressure quickly built up and leaked out of her in spurts. He replaced it as quickly as it leaked but eventually his flow stopped. Cheri did her best to keep her legs from buckling, the last thing she wanted was to slip down into a puddle of cum again. Her father’s support let her drift in afterglow for a few more moments before she stood on her own again. \t“Now what does the shirt say?” He playfully growled into his daughter’s ear. \t“Sorry boys... Daddy says I can’t do that with anyone... but daddy.” She mumbled back softly. \t“Mm, close enough honey.” His words were accented by his grind. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t