Father and daughter working on the black soil of Northeast China

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Chapter 1:

In Northeast China, families have always slept on the same kang (heated brick bed), leading to
numerous stories of incest.

The morning sun was already shining on the backsides of those who were still sleeping in, but for the people living on this black soil
, it was still early. The fertile land nourished the millions of farmers who lived here.

Xin was already up. For a 16-year-old girl, the day had begun; she had to
cook breakfast for her family, and many chores awaited her.

Her father was still sleeping, and her 12-year-old sister, Huihui, was helping her with chores.

There were only three people in the family: her father and two daughters. Xin lacked maternal love growing up. It was said that her mother was beautiful and
had run off with a wealthy man when Xin was very young. Xin's father was a farmer, and the family wasn't well-off.

However, Xin inherited many of her mother's good qualities. The 16-year-old girl was already quite beautiful, 160
cm tall, with a slender figure, long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, and long, white, slender legs.

It was obvious that Xin's family was very poor; her clothes were patched in many places. As is often the
case with , Xin took on almost all the household chores.

Xin cooked breakfast and fed her younger sister. She called her father twice, but received no response. Xin climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and
gently nudged her father, "Dad, Dad, get up, it's time for breakfast."

Her father rolled over in bed, face up, opened his eyes, and muttered, "What's all the fuss about?
You little brat, can't you let me sleep in peace this morning? What are you doing?"

What came into his view was Xin's beautiful face, her long, black hair cascading down her sides. It was as if he saw his wife

in her youth again.
"Dad, don't do this! Let me go! It's me, Xin!" Xin's cries and resistance snapped her father out of his daze;
after all, his daughter was looking more and more like her mother.

After breakfast, her father went to work in the fields, packing her sister's schoolbag. She was already in the first year of junior high school.

Xin, however, dropped out of school before finishing elementary school, leaving all the household chores to the little girl alone.

After breakfast, things were relatively simple. Xin washed clothes by the river, chatting with the older women there.
It was almost noon; her younger sister had lunch at school, but her father was still in the fields. Xin quickly ate her lunch and
hurried to the fields, worried the food would get cold if she went too late.

The country lanes were extremely difficult to traverse. The sorghum in the fields on both sides was taller than a person.
It was probably about 20 li (approximately 10 kilometers) from Xin's house to her father's fields, a journey that usually took more than 20 minutes. Besides the road, there was nothing else to see. As

Xin hurried along with her head down, a large man suddenly appeared from the side of the road. Before Xin could even utter a cry of terror,
a gleaming knife was pressed against her pale neck. With a "thud," the lunchbox fell to the ground.

Before her stood a man in his forties, his head sparsely shaved. Xin's face turned deathly pale with fear, and
she stammered, "Uncle, I have no money, please let me go."

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll kill you, you little hussy," the man said, his knife still pressed against Xin's neck.
He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the sorghum field.

Xin dared not struggle, half-dragged, half-pulled into the depths of the sorghum field. The man's eyes burned with fury
as he reached for Xin's chest.

Even the most naive girl would know what the man intended at this point. Xin, drawing courage from who-knows-where,
suddenly pushed the man's hand away and turned to run back towards the path in the field.

But the path in the sorghum field was indeed difficult to traverse. Before Xin had taken two steps, the man suddenly
grabbed , his hands draped over her chest.

"Help! Someone's harassing me! Help!" Xin screamed desperately.

The man panicked and, before Xin could scream a second time, pressed his hand over her mouth. In the struggle
, both Xin and the man fell to the ground.

The man's hand gripped Xin's neck tightly, as if trying to strangle her. Xin felt short of breath and
desperately tried to push his hand away, her mouth wide open, gasping for air.

The man's intention was also to force Xin to open her mouth. He grabbed a piece of rag he had prepared and stuffed it into her
mouth, stopping her from screaming.

Having finished with her mouth, the man grabbed Xin's arm. The 16-year-old girl's arm was, to put it simply, delicate
and tender , utterly powerless against a strong man.

Xin's arms twisted helplessly, her wrists tightly gripped by the man. He pulled
a
Xin was flipped over, her wrists bound behind her back. The man sat on her buttocks, letting her
legs dangle wildly in the air.

The man sighed with relief; the preparations were complete. He then

turned Xin face up, her face streaked with tears. Seemingly disgusted by her
like this , he grabbed her hair: "You little slut, what are you crying for? I'll let you taste what it's like to be a woman later."

Wiping away Xin's tears, the man stroked her face as if admiring an animal: "
You're quite pretty, little girl."

His hand moved to Xin's chest, kneading her breasts through her clothes. The 16-year-old girl's breasts were
already quite well-developed; her high, firm breasts were being freely kneaded. The man began unbuttoning Xin's clothes.

Xin's body twisted like a snake, trying to avoid his hands, making soft, whimpering sounds. All
resistance was futile; in the man's eyes, it only aroused him further.

The girl's buttons were completely undone. The man glanced at Xin's underwear, then without pausing, unbuttoned his own
.

The girl's breasts were like towering mountain peaks. The man directly pinched and squeezed her breasts,
kneading them into various shapes. His hands gripped them tightly.

Xin's tears flowed even more; the humiliation of being a young girl brought tears and snot streaming down her face. The man seemed to
hate Xin for this, cursing, "You rotten bitch, what are you crying for? You slut, if you keep crying, I'll teach you a lesson." Xin cried bitterly; it was the first time in her mind that she had exposed herself so much

to a man other than her father .

End of Chapter One

Chapter Two:

The man's hand twisted hard against Xin's chest, his thumb and forefinger pressing down on her nipple until it
was flattened into a long, thin strip.

Xin's body trembled violently like a snake, sweat streaming down her forehead, snot and tears blurring
her face, her expression contorted in agony.

The man's sadistic behavior inflicted unbearable pain on Xin's body. After twisting for several seconds,
the man released his grip.

Xin's nipple had turned a purplish-red, still erect but having lost its rosy luster,
slowly beginning to darken.

The man looked at Xin's remaining nipple with a conquering gaze, then slowly reached for the other nipple.

Xin's eyes were filled with despair; she desperately tried to turn her body to avoid it, but it was all in vain. The man's hand
was already on the remaining intact nipple, his fingers pressed together, pinching Xin's nipple and lifting it up.

The nipples seemed to detach from Xin's body; not only were they erect, but the entire breast had also taken on a cone
shape.

The man's face was beaming with satisfaction, perfectly complementing Xin's wet face and sweat-drenched,
white body.

After playing with her breasts for a while, the man fiddled with Xin's navel a few times, then began to pull down her pants.

Women living in this area always wore their pants so tightly that the man
struggled for a long time without managing to undo Xin's belt, especially with Xin kicking her legs wildly.

The man struggled to undo Xin's belt with one hand while his other hand groped around her genitals.

"Xiao Xin, where are you? Xin, where are you?" At that moment, her father's voice came from the path.

Hearing her father's voice, Xin, who had been in despair, felt a renewed hope. Her body writhed even more
violently , her legs pounding against the sorghum stalks beside her, hoping to make a louder noise to attract her father's attention.

Clearly, the father had heard sounds of movement; the footsteps were approaching.
The man, obviously disappointed, knew he wouldn't succeed today.
After one last, brutal groin grab at Xin's groin, he crouched low and fled into the depths of the sorghum field.

By the time the father saw Xin, the man had already disappeared into the endless sorghum.

"Xin, what happened? What happened?" The father hurriedly picked up his daughter lying on the ground and
removed mouth.

"Waaah, Dad, I've been bullied by bad people." In her father's arms, Xin found comfort and began to cry.

"Dad was worried you hadn't come over for so long, so I followed the path to check on you. I saw the lunchbox on the ground
and knew something had happened. Xin, did Dad come in time? Hopefully, no one has abused you." The father was also
flustered , constantly trying to comfort his daughter.

In a flash, he noticed his daughter's nipples, which had been twisted purple. The father
tenderly , picked up her tattered clothes from the ground, and covered her body.

He then carried his daughter home.

The father stayed by his daughter's side all afternoon. Xin seemed terrified and refused to let him leave. She told him,
haltingly , what had happened that afternoon.

"These days, the world is chaotic, Xin," Xin said, leaning against her father. "Don't bring me food anymore. I'll just bring some dry rations to eat in the fields in the morning
. It breaks my heart to see you like this."

Xin found warmth and comfort in her father's arms. That evening, her younger sister, Xiao Hui, also found out
and stayed close to her, talking to her.

In the countryside, there was little nightlife. After dinner, it got dark, and everyone washed up and went
to bed. Xin slept in the middle, her father on the right, and her younger sister on the left.

Xin couldn't sleep. The scene from the day before kept replaying in her mind: the marks left by the man's cruel hands on
her body, but more importantly, the emotional trauma. Exposing her
body to a man was absolutely unacceptable.

In all her life, no one except her father had ever seen her naked. Thinking of this, Xin recalled

the first time her father saw her body:

almost two years ago, when Xin was not yet 15, but her chest was already heaving and
her body was undergoing tremendous changes.

That afternoon, Xin was taking a bath alone at home. Usually, she was alone at this time. The house didn't have
a proper bathroom; a large wooden tub filled with water was enough. If someone was home, the curtain would be drawn.

Since she was alone, Xin hadn't drawn the curtain. She had just finished bathing and was still naked, not yet dried, when
her father returned home, looking slightly drunk. He had been drinking.

Upon seeing the pale, white body before him, the father froze, and Xin stood there, stunned. After a few seconds of silence,
the father rushed over and embraced the naked Xin, calling out her mother's name.

Xin struggled fiercely in her father's arms, instinctively calling out her father's
name .

Although somewhat drunk, he still recognized his daughter. The father laid her horizontally on
the bed , released his arms, and gazed at her with fascination. The girl's body was already quite full, her fair skin,
her slender and smooth thighs long and shapely, her beautiful hair scattered around her ears, enticing the father to indulge in endless fantasies.

The daughter's shy face was flushed a charming pink, all the way to her ears and neck. It was the first time the girl had displayed her body to
a man , and anyone would be shy.

After all, it was his daughter before him, and after feasting his eyes on her beauty, the father could only help her put on
her clothes. This was the girl's first exposure.

For a long time afterward, the father and daughter seemed to avoid each other, each hiding
from the other as if afraid of hurting the other.

For a considerable period, they maintained a harmonious relationship.

It should be noted again that in rural areas, there are no entertainment options besides going to bed early at night, which explains
why family planning is so difficult to enforce.

Farmers have nothing else to do besides sleeping with their wives. More than three months later, on another night when everyone had gone to bed early

…

Children in rural families don't know what pajamas are. In fact, they don't need pajamas at all. Summers are
warm , and in winter, there's charcoal burning under the kang (a heated
brick bed), so they sleep very warmly. Therefore, Xin sleeps naked, wearing only a pair of short

slits. Xin was almost asleep when she vaguely felt a large hand slip into her blanket and
rest on her lower abdomen. It was her father's hand. Sometimes, her father would put his hand on her shoulder
or , but today it was inside the blanket.

End of Chapter Two .

Father and Daughter Working on the Black Soil of Northeast China 2.

Chapter Three:

The father's large hand roamed over Xin's soft abdomen, gradually moving upwards until it reached
her chest The girl's breasts were beginning to develop, like small peaches, small but extremely
soft.

The father's hand roamed, as if afraid of waking his daughter, unaware that she was already awake. His large hand gently caressed
her soft breasts, lightly playing with her small nipples.

Under stimulation, her nipples became erect and engorged with blood, a tingling sensation spreading through her, more of a numbing, pleasurable feeling.

Xin hadn't considered pushing her father's hand away; the girl, immersed in the pleasure of her first caress, had lost
herself, allowing her father to roam freely over her body.

…The fact that the initial exploration hadn't awakened his daughter emboldened the father, who had initially been somewhat hesitant . He
slowly slid his hand down her navel, lower abdomen, towards her private parts.

A few fine hairs had begun to grow on Xin's lower abdomen, not many, and felt smooth to the touch,
like touching grass. The father's hand continued downwards, reaching the girl's forbidden zone. Instinctively

, Xin's legs were tightly clamped together, preventing her father's hand from penetrating, so
he gently rubbed the area where her thighs and lower abdomen met.

The girl's clitoris was incredibly sensitive. Her father's repeated rubbing sent electric shocks through
her body , as if something was trying to flow out of her tightly closed vulva. The sensation was acute,
a first-time experience of pleasure for the shy girl.

Her entire opening became wet, secretions flowing out, and her previously closed legs began
to part.

Taking advantage of this, her father's hand slid down, moving back and forth along Xin's still-closed vulva. Lost in excitement,
Xin could hear her father's heavy breathing.

His fingers parted the flesh, and fluid continuously flowed from the soft opening. Xin's inner thighs were
soaked , not only her underwear but also the bedsheets.

His fingers paused at the entrance of her vulva, then moved deeper. But as his fingers tried to break through the thin
membrane, a sharp pain brought Xin back to her senses.

She abruptly turned away, her back to her father, her legs clamped shut again.

The father withdrew his now-wet hands. Touching his daughter's body had already given him immense
satisfaction. Smelling the slightly fishy, lingering scent of her private parts on his hands, he drifted off
to sleep .

This was the second intimate encounter between father and daughter. Lost in her memories, Xin was
brought back to reality by a pain in her chest. It was late; her father and sister were already fast asleep, but Xin was still tossing and turning.

The pain in her chest from the lecherous man's injury hadn't subsided. Xin still felt lingering fear as she recalled the afternoon's events.
But the thought of being raped was unbearable; her face
flushed .

The idea of being raped thrilled her. The afternoon's events left her
with .

Listening to her father's snoring beside her, Xin's thoughts drifted back to a few years ago: her father
used to .

Xin was still young then, a little girl of about ten who didn't understand anything. Her father would ask her to scrub his back, and she would. Another
time, her father asked her to wash his penis. At that time, Xin didn't understand what that thing was for, and she
was curious whether her father had one or not.

Her father told her to wash it, and Xin held it in her hand. It was soft, like wet mud. Xin wanted to soap it for her father, but
her father wouldn't let her, saying that it couldn't be cleaned with soap, only by licking it clean, and that meant putting it in her mouth. Xin
wasn't too willing at the time, thinking it was dark and dirty.

But she didn't dare disobey her father, so she obediently licked it with her tongue. Then her father
would tell her how to do it. For example, she could gently bite it, or take it all in her mouth, trying to take it in as
deep as possible.

Strangely enough, when her father first held it, it was soft and yielding, but after a while in his mouth,
it slowly swelled up like a large sea cucumber, as if it could absorb water.

The father's penis was in Xin's mouth, his hand holding Xin's head, moving in and out. As a child, Xin didn't understand anything;
he just thought he was cleaning his father's genitals. Sometimes, white, sticky fluid would ooze from the tip of his father's penis. At
first Xin found it disgusting, uncomfortable in his mouth, and just wanted to spit it out quickly. But over time, he got used to it,
and occasionally swallowing it didn't bother him.

In the days that followed, Xin gradually understood what his father's penis was for and knew it was shameful.

But Xin was also just starting puberty, and out of curiosity about the opposite sex's body, he never refused to
clean his father's genitals.

And the time spent cleaning his father's genitals grew longer and longer. Xin went from initial
ignorance to gradually feeling shame, then developing an interest in his father's penis out of curiosity, which eventually
evolved into a kind of disguised worship.

Xin knew how to make his father feel good. Gentle rubbing could make his father's breathing heavy, and the light tapping of his teeth
could drive him wild. Only after that white puddle spurted out from his father would he
become weak and listless.

After turning 15, Xin gradually understood his father's needs. The knowledge he learned from books
taught how to make his father feel good and that his father needed to release his pent-up emotions through such means.

Xin was a sensible child, always satisfying her father in that special way. Although their relationship was somewhat
abnormal, it hadn't crossed that chasm.

When Xin imagined her father's magnificent member, her body would become aroused, a feeling unique to teenage
girls .

Lost in endless daydreams, Xin fell asleep. On the black earth of Northeast China at night, all was silent.

The next day, Xin cooked meals and had her father take them in the morning, but dared not deliver them at noon, fearing something might happen.

Peaceful days passed for a while longer, and then the New Year approached.

People who had worked hard all year gathered together for New Year's Eve dinner. Xin and her sister
brought out the white wine they had brewed for a year and filled their father's cup. Joy radiated from the faces of the whole family…

End of Chapter Three

Chapter Four:

The two sisters chatted amongst themselves. The father, drinking white wine, looked at his daughters, his heart filled with joy.
Xiao Hui still looked like a little girl, with braided pigtails, like an innocent child.

Xin was different; she exuded a womanly charm. Her full figure stretched her clothes to their limits,
highlighting her curves and alluring curves.

Her father's eyes couldn't help but dart over his daughter's body, as if trying to see through her clothes.

After dinner, Huihui clamored to watch the fireworks, and her father, not wanting to spoil her fun on New Year's Eve,
agreed. He had originally planned to take Xin with him, but she stayed home to clean the dishes. After

her father and sister left, Xin cleaned the house alone. There was a lot of leftover food from New Year's Eve, and it all had to
be washed. According to Northeastern custom, it's not customary to wash things on New Year's Day; it's said that washing on the first day means washing
for the whole year .

"Knock, knock," someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Xin was puzzled. Her father and sister had just gone out; who would be visiting so late?

"It's me, Xin. Open the door," came the village chief's voice from outside.

"Oh, it's the village chief! What brings you here so late?" Xin quickly opened the door and let the village chief
in.

"It's New Year's Eve, so I've come to wish you all a Happy New Year from house to house. Hey, where's your dad? Isn't he home?"

the village chief asked.

"Oh dear, village chief, you've come at a really bad time. My dad took my sister out to watch the fireworks, and I don't
know when he'll be back. The house is a mess. Please make yourself at home, I'll make you some tea." Xin invited the village chief
to sit down, flattering him as he did so.

"It's alright, it's alright, don't be so polite with me. By the way, I came today to wish you an early New Year,
and there's something else I was planning to say after the New Year, but since I'm here today, I'll just say it all at once. Your father owes the village
a lot of rent, and he still hasn't paid it all off. I'm here to urge him on it."

Xin felt a surge of anxiety: "Village Chief, our harvest was poor this year, it's really tough.
Otherwise why would my father not have the money to pay? Village Chief

, could you give us some more time?" "It's hard to explain that he doesn't have the money. You see, all the neighbors are watching. If your father doesn't pay,
what will they say? I, as the village chief, am in a difficult position too. The village held a meeting and said that if your father doesn't
pay they might confiscate his land. Tell your father to figure it out himself." The village chief's eyes were lecherous
as he stared at Xin, looking helpless.

"Village Chief, I beg you, my family is really poor. You can see for yourself, the harvest in the fields is bad, and we
have no other choice," Xin pleaded.

"Hehe," the village chief chuckled dryly, "Girl, you've grown up now, it's time to think of a way for your father."

The village chief lifted Xin's chin with his hand, his face full of lewdness. Xin dared not offend the village chief, knowing he was
the local tyrant.

Seeing that Xin didn't react, the village chief seized the opportunity to put his arm around Xin's waist, and his foul mouth was about to shove into Xin's face.

Xin panicked and instinctively struggled, "Village Chief, what are you doing? Let go, Village Chief, if you keep doing this I
'll call for help!"

Xin resisted with all her might, and the village chief didn't dare to push too hard, so he released Xin, who took two steps back and leaned against
the wall.

"Little girl, actually, if I just say the word, your father's problem can be solved immediately
. Who would dare to say a word then? Here's what we'll do: I'll give you two days to think it over. If you're willing to share some of your father's burden, come to my office
in a couple of days , and I'll discuss your family's situation with you. If you don't come, that's fine too
. After the Lantern Festival, don't blame me for turning against you. Confiscating your property and land is just a matter of my word, do you believe me? I'm leaving now. Think it over
carefully ." The village chief spoke at length, then turned and headed for the door.

(The fireworks ended very late. Father and younger sister returned home, and Xin had already prepared the bedding.

The night was deep, and the occasional sound of firecrackers in the distance conveyed a hint of New Year's joy. However, Xin's heart was
not at peace. In fact, she could occasionally hear her father's soft sighs from the other side of the bed; Xin knew her father wasn't asleep.

"Dad, are you asleep?" Xin asked softly.

"Hmm, no? What's wrong?")

"I want to talk to you, okay?"

"Sure, come sleep here with Daddy, daughter."

Xin rolled up her sleeves and slipped into her father's blankets.

The moment Xin's smooth back pressed against her father's warm chest, they both felt as if they'd been electrocuted
.

Xin rested her head on her father's chest, and her father's hand wrapped around her back, gently embracing her.

Neither of them spoke, but rather felt each other's presence.

Her father's strong shoulders exuded the robust strength unique to a farmer, while her daughter emanated the
unique fragrance of a young girl, growing stronger and stronger.

Xin truly felt a feeling, a longing, as if the closer she was to her father, the safer and
more comfortable she would feel.

Xin slowly turned to her side, pressing her back tightly against her father's chest. Her father's chest hair
brushed against Xin's fair and delicate back like a brush, a sensation that was both itchy and tingling.

Suddenly, Xin felt something hard pressing against his buttocks. Xin knew it was his father's penis.
The soft little thing was now as hard as steel and hot, making Xin's body and mind
burn .

Xin didn't move. Her father's arms, which had been wrapped around her, now moved to her soft chest.
His hands trembled as if alive on her full, firm breasts.

His hands were hot, Xin's body was hot, his genitals were hot, and Xin's body and mind felt
like .

His hands roamed over Xin's entire body, his rough hands wantonly kneading her tender, alabaster skin,
from her breasts to her nipples, slowly moving down, gliding over her soft abdomen, heading straight for her last line of defense.

Her thighs were spread apart, and his large hands were already pressing against her inner thighs,
beneath of her virgin territory.

Now his hands slid back and forth at the entrance of that forbidden place, gently trying to pry open the closed crevice.

Xin couldn't control her body; the tingling and numbness in her lower body brought with it an uncontrollable flow of fluid from
within. It lubricated the entrance, sticking to her pubic hair, and becoming sticky with her father's hands.

End of Chapter Four

Father and Daughter Working on the Black Soil of Northeast China 3

Chapter Five:

Suddenly, the father rolled over and pressed down on Xin, their two hot bodies instantly becoming intimately intertwined,
the daughter's body pressed tightly against the father's.

The father lowered his head and sucked on one of Xin's breasts, the soft nipple being gently bitten by his teeth, the
sensitive stimulation causing Xin to let out a soft moan. Her

firm breasts were at the mercy of her father's rough hands, swaying from side to side in various shapes.

A woman's breasts are naturally vulnerable, soft and yielding. Holding them feels as
comfortable as sitting on a pillow.

Yes, when her own father's hands held her, it was a kind of caress, a
feeling only a girl could understand.

Beneath her father, Xin intensely felt the presence of her elder.

The elder who had once worshipped her father so much, who held such an important place in Xin's heart, was now prostrate
between her legs, or rather, kneeling beneath his daughter.

On the inner thighs of his daughter, already covered in curly pubic hair, the part that should have been the most private
part of a young girl was now completely covered by her father's tongue.

He greedily sucked the thick, uniquely girlish fluid overflowing from her vulva.

His tongue parted the opening of her vulva, revealing even more fluid deep within
her to be slowly explored and sucked.

No longer satisfied with just his tongue, his rough hands caressed Xin
's plump thighs before slowly moving towards her sensitive spot.

Parting the closed opening, revealing soft, supple skin, his fingers slid into the juicy
crevice, slowly squeezing inside.

Xin felt the pleasure emanating from within her body and the stimulation her father left on her, and she
couldn't help but let out a moan.

Never before had she been so aroused by a man, how could Xin withstand such contact from her own father? Her vaginal fluids flowed
even more freely.

As Xin's body reached its peak of excitement, her father began his next move. His
underwear had somehow come off, and the two were now naked, embracing each other.

He gently laid Xin flat, then pressed himself against her in a comfortable position,
one hand reaching under her to grasp his penis.

He placed the tip of his penis against the soft, pink flesh of her thigh. A few drops of semen, already seeping from the tip of his
penis mingled with the constantly flowing fluid from her vulva.

His penis rubbed against her lubricated vulva, the stimulating pleasure spreading through every part of Xin's body, as if every
cell was immersed in the incestuous thrill.

Father and daughter excitedly embraced each other. The father's tongue once again parted Xin's lips,
penetrating her mouth and intertwining with her tongue. He frequently fed his saliva
into her mouth, allowing their fluids to mix more deeply.

Xin was already drenched in sweat before the act even began, her long black hair cascading down her sides, clinging to her soaked
neck and enhancing her beauty. Her father's hands occasionally brushed through her hair, caressing her slender, hair
-covered neck.

Xin only gasped softly, letting her father indulge his body at will.

His glans had already parted her vulva, his hand guiding it forward, slowly separating her
opening and sliding deeper into her slippery opening until it met resistance—
the boundary that defined her identity.

He adjusted his position, positioning himself for a more powerful thrust, his hips slightly back,
his glans adjusting to the vaginal opening. Without hesitation, he
thrust in hard, his penis plunging deep into Xin's body, burying it completely.

Xin felt a sharp pain in her lower body and involuntarily let out a soft cry. But she quickly
suppressed the pain, the kind of pain that a girl from the countryside could endure.

His penis was completely submerged in Xin's vagina, tightly enveloped by her. The feeling of being trapped
was irresistible to the father, who involuntarily began to pull his glans out and then thrust it back in, letting her vagina grip his penis tightly.
Ignoring Xin's pain, the father began to thrust.

Xin's thighs were forcibly spread apart, clamping around her father's waist, her calves pressed tightly against his body,
her hands wrapped around his back. She felt waves of pain in her lower body from time to time, but these were accompanied by
the pleasure of her vagina being stretched open.

The first time a man had penetrated her body was extremely shocking for Xin, especially since the person pressing down on her
was her idolized father. The confusion brought about by incest, the strange pleasure of this absolutely forbidden thing
happening to her, stirred the girl's heart, which was experiencing its first awakening.

The father continued thrusting, with hardly any unnecessary movements, seemingly
determined to fuck his daughter until she was utterly exhausted. Humiliating his own daughter was something he would never have dared to imagine, yet it was happening right before
his eyes, and a secret pleasure filled every corner of his body.

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