“More, daddy,” she moaned deep from within her throat as he continued to glide in and out. XXX But first, she needed to cum. You want to fuck your own daughter. Her mind still raced. Yet, it was one thing to let those words loose while he was fucking her and another to beg for it now that he had stopped fucking her. Move it. In the morning, after she’d gotten up, they’d cook breakfast together as they had done on weekends since she was a child. What’s wrong with me? I can’t do this, a voice echoed in her head as she swallowed hard. If he was going to force them to fuck, she was going to enjoy it, despite the fact that it was her father fucking her.
