My cock hardened—she looked like Gina, her mother. XXX You got to help me!” he pleaded. I didn’t care that my assistant was watching. I didn’t care how bad he hurt the fucking rapist. “I’ll see that she’s there.” I fixed my gaze on the guard. “Here it comes, baby girl!” I groaned, then shot my load into my daughter. My poor daughter was being held by a skinny man with a weaselly face, his hips pumping away, raping her through the bars. She stared down into my eyes, a pair of twinkling stars set in a perfect face, and then kissed me on the lips, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.
