Letting my dad enjoy my pussy on his wedding anniversary

It is mom and dad's marriage anniversary but I will make it the wedding night of me and dad.

In case you are a new reader, i advice you to read the previous two parts. I am also briefing them a bit. My parents have had a sexless marriage for years and my only mission is to give my dad the sexual pleasure he deserves. In the previous part, I sat by him as he masturbated and then let him cum on my stomach when mom was outside with her friend. Now it's time to take it to the next level.
That very weekend after that was mom and dad's marriage anniversary. We had gone to a nearby resort to celebrate and the plan was to spend the night there. Mom had also allowed me to book a seperate room this time. After the movies, cake cutting and dinner was done, we retired to our rooms.
As soon as I went to my room, i started decorating it even more. I knew my dad well. He will be here as soon as mom falls asleep. I put on some apple and cinnamon scented candles around the room, spread lots of jasmine petals on the floor, sprayed sandalwood perfume on the sheets. The room was dimly lit. I had also bought a chocolate condom already. When all these were done, I wore a maroon lingerie and wrapped a black net saree over it. Looking it the mirror, i admired my sexy look while putting on my eye liner, maskara and red lipstick. And then it was time for the last step- the anklets and waist chain. I sat by the window, all decked up for him.
It was almost 12.30 when I heard a knock on the door. I ran to see through the eyehole. It was dad. I shuffled my silky straight hair a bit to calm my excitement and opened the door.
Dad's eyes were widened with shock when he saw me dressed like that. He rushed inside and closed the door.
"Why are you dressed like this? What if someone saw you?", he asked, his deep breaths making the atmosphere sexier.
"Dad", I put my hands around his neck seductively and said, "You are here in your young daughter's room at the middle of the night on your anniversary. Is this appropriate? Were you missing me? Shouldn't you be fucking your wife tonight?"
His hands grabbed my waist and his face came closer before he replied, "My mom isn't the one whom I want to fuck. You know that, don't you?"
I could not help smiling hearing his words, "Dad, see. I decorated my room for you. We can have our wedding night now. Do you like my plan?"
"Wedding night?", he smirked, "You want to marry your dad? Isn't that too nasty?"
"We don't have to marry. We can just do what married couples do on their wedding night. Isn't this exciting? Fucking your daughter like she is wife on your own anniversary night? You are such a perverted dad", I smirked.
"You are making my perverted mind go wild. I was controlling my desires before you yourself came to seduce me", he grinned and started kissing me.
My hands shifted from his neck to his head and i was pushing his head closer to my face while pulling his hair as we sucked each other's lips hungrily.
He only stopped kissing me when I started pushing him away as I was out of breath. My lips were paining, they were definitely swollen. His eyes now moved to my body. I could see him checking me out, the net saree had left almost nothing to imagination. He took the loose end of the saree and told me, "Start moving in rounds". He started pulling the clothes, unwrapping the layers that were somehow covering me a bit. I felt like draupadi in that "bastraharan" scene (where her husband's cousins took off her saree in the court infront of everyone). I was like rotating till that super long cloth was finally off. He walked closer to me and grabbed my boobs over that lacy bra. I moaned.
He took both the boobs in his hands and started squeezing them, which was making me wet. I was moaning, my back arching in pleasure. He put the index finger of his right hand under the cloth of the left cup of bra and started rolling it over my nipple. He was taking me to new heights of pleasure.
"Daddy, please do this to my other nipple too", I begged in the midst of moaning.
With the thumb and index finger of his other hand, he started pulling my right nipple and rubbing it. It was like a assault which i could not help enjoying.
My legs were not supporting me any more. I was about to collapse in this pleasure when he immediately held me and took me to the bed. We got on the bed properly. One pillow was under my head and he took another pillow to keep in under my waist. He pulled down my panty and threw it aside. Now he started opening his own clothes too. He took out his tshirt and then pulled down his trousers. His hard erect cock sprang out. I looked at his dick in hunger and amusement. My wet pussy is crying for him.
I spread my legs further. He started rubbing the head of his cock against my wet pussy making me moan even more.