“No… s-stop… but… but you’re… my daddy.”
“And that’s exactly why I would be perfect. Who else would be better to violate you than your own father?” he breathes out before lowering his weight and pushing himself deeper inside me.
He’s so heavy, and I can’t escape, only whimpering and digging my nails so hard into my palm that I think I’m bleeding.
“Please…” I rasp brokenly, my own voice vulnerable and wavering. “Please…”
“Fuck, I love how you beg, Princess. Who else would be better to breed you up for the next generation, huh? Such a good little pussy toy.”
It doesn’t make any sense… I’m so confused… How is this possible when Daddy told me he couldn’t walk?
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