“Eeeeeh,” I yelped, dropping the glass under the running water. I twirled, locking a big hand at the crux of my legs. From behind me, it rubbed my clit with intention.
“Mmm… Daddy?” I gazed up, my sleepy eyes widened in horror as I stared up at my father.
He stepped forward, towering over and leaning against me as he groped my pussy with his bare hands, forcing my spine to bend backward over the kitchen sink.
“Daddy, wait!” I whimpered, wondering what was going on. Why was he rubbing my pussy so good like this? “Daddy…!”
I felt the head of his cock align with my puckered slit, and with a powerful thrust, he squeezed his way inside my body.
“Oo… ow! Daddy! You’re too big. It’s too much!”
“Ungh… my babygirl’s tiny, little pussy,” he murmured as we joined together in a way I never thought possible. Daddy’s cock was actually lodged inside me.
I felt sick.
No one would believe me.
I tried to make out my daddy’s facial expression in this moonlit darkness, but he swayed around as if it were hard for him to stand up.
As if he were… asleep!
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