A quick Charming/Emma that popped up in my head today. Worry not those who like them, I'm doing something more elaborated.


It feels so good, so it can't be wrong, right?


He never thought he'd be in this situation, not that he is complaining, mind you, but it's still something so new and so good.

Some would say it is disgustingly wrong to enjoy this, to even do it in the first place, but David Nolan doesn't care. It's his choice. And hers too.

They are on their knees. Her back is against his chest, and David's hands play with her clit. Emma is holding his length, feeling it throbbing in her hand when an idea makes her smirk. She opens her legs a little bit and bends forward to run the tip of his cock between her slick folds. She then pushes only the head in, coating it in the wetness of her slick cunt before she catches him off guard.

Emma grasps his length and slowly rocks her hips back against David's, holding him firmly while the head of his cock slips inside her ass. She moans softly, loving the feel of him stretching her just the right way. He holds her hips firmly, surprised with her move, but all the more pleased that she managed to stun him yet again.

He starts to move in and out gently, there's no rush or desperation. David waits for her to adjust to his size, loving the whimpers escaping her mouth. His hands explore her body, caressing her tender skin, lightly pinching her nipples, pulling the supple flesh of her breasts. After a moment or so, she starts rocking back against him, taking more of his cock with each push of her hips against his until he's deep within her.

She's tight, oh so tight, and her body shakes when he leans forward, pressing his chest against her back, sweat mingling together, moans and grunts of pleasure making their bodies vibrate with need.

The mirror standing in the opposite wall shows him the most exquisite view he's ever seen. Emma chooses the same moment to look up, eyes shining with a wicked gleam. She slams her hips against his, taking him deeper, moaning with the delicious way his cock rubs against her inner walls.

She keeps rocking her hips back and forth, David's hands holding them just for leverage, letting her set the pace. He loves the view of his cock disappearing inside her, the tightness making it impossible for him to focus on anything but her quiet moans and throaty whimpers. She's rubbing her clit furiously when he grabs her hips with a firm grip, thrusting in and out with just enough force to make her eyes roll to the back of her head.

David fists his hand on her soft curls, pulling her head back enough for Emma to whimper. He inhales the smell of her hair, feeling his cock swelling. He is driving faster and harder, hips slapping against hers, the damp sound working like the most beautiful symphony he's ever heard. And when she whimpers, tightening around him, both coming with a shout, David realizes that fucking your own daughter can't be wrong if it feels this good.