She doesn’t want this, and I know that.
Every fiber in my being screams for me to turn back, but something deeper compels me forward. Again.
…and again.
…and again.
She sways forward with each stroke. Her ass presses against my hips, and I continue to lose myself inside her.
It’s only then, as the fireworks roll to a halt, the silence descending upon us, that I hear the faint sounds of sobbing coming from my baby girl. Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave, crushing any semblance of joy or satisfaction beneath its merciless grip.
No… “Sarah!” What have I done?
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