“Please Daddy, no! You’re too big!” Ariel was paralyzed. Her father was in the biggest rage she’d ever seen him in. Sebastian had seen her give Eric a blowjob on the beach, and he must have told Triton.
“But you’ll fuck that little two-legger?” He was yelling, and Ariel felt every drop of his rage. She hadn’t meant to make him that mad.
“I didn’t fuck him, Daddy! I swear!” Ariel grabbed his hand, trying to make him listen. His cock was threaded between the gap in her fin, and it was pressed up against her mound. She wriggled her hips on him, trying to distract him.
“You promise?” He still didn’t seem happy, but his hands weren’t squeezing her tail too tightly and his hips were rocking back and forth, creating friction between them.
“Yes, Daddy! Of course! I would never do that.” Triton didn’t react to her words, he was already enthralled at what was happening between her legs. His thrusts became faster and faster until he shuddered and a cloud of white, milky fluid jetted out from his cock.
Ariel knew the drill, this had become almost a daily occurance between them. Sometimes the friction was enough to get her off, but other times she’d swim off to a secluded cave and finish the job herself.