“We’re still going to make love, right?” a panic rose. xx video ****
Alone in the darkness, my dream is disturbed by a soft creak and a light clunk, like a door opened and closed with care. Wanting to rip the outfit from the box, I instead controlled my hands, but not my mouth. Unmoving, he stares at me. Flooding inside me, leaking out in small squishy spurts, leaking down the crack of my ass, and spattering his legs. The nightie was sexy and adult, and my temples pounded at the sight of lacey clothing. As my father made a meal of me, my hips lurched, back arched, rising off the bed, using my head as a support, I undulated, writhing in a rutting jumble of emotion and physical joy. Push through Babycakes.”
“Trying, daddy,
