My wonderful time with my father

These moments are precious. When I was little, my dad and I used to share this bed, but back then we were innocent and carefree, enjoying the simple joys of father-daughter bonding. Now, I'm a young woman, and lying here with him like this, especially in such a passionate embrace, our bodies have changed. Our desires surge, overwhelming the gates of desire that shouldn't exist between father and daughter. "
Dad, years ago, did you have any thoughts about me?" I asked, leaning over him.
He thought for a moment, then honestly replied, "Yes, I did have some thoughts, but I had to manage and suppress them myself."
"Hehe, you're quite honest, Dad. What did you think?" I teased further.
He gently embraced me. "What else could I think? At first, seeing you all grown up, I didn't dare look too closely at your genitals. Later, when you got married, I felt uneasy, especially seeing you and your husband being so affectionate. I thought, 'Sigh, the daughter I raised with so much effort is going to be given away to someone else, to be enjoyed by someone else.'
Hehe, well, why didn't you enjoy it first?"
"How could I dare? Although I also have feelings for you, you're still my own daughter. If I did that, I'd feel like I was ruining myself."
"Fool!" I cursed him harshly, then leaned down and kissed him. "How wonderful it would be if we loved each other and were happy, Dad. On our wedding day, I suddenly had a thought, 'How wonderful it would be if it were you!'"
"Really?" Dad asked, surprised and curious. He clearly felt a sense of fulfillment too. "Didn't you think of Dad during your wedding night?"
I recalled that when everyone left, it was just my husband and me. According to local custom, my husband lifted my veil, and I suddenly called out, "Dad!" My husband was startled, then smiled and said, "Missed Dad?" Realizing my impulsiveness, I nodded shyly. My husband said, "We're going back to your parents' home in three days." "
Hehe, silly Xiaxia, it's good that your husband didn't notice."
"Yes," he said, then hugged and kissed me for a while, then said, "Take it off.
" "So you took it off?"
"Dad, take it off."
Dad was startled, then realized what was happening and said embarrassedly, "Xiaxia, let's do it this way."
I said coquettishly, "No, I've already seen yours. I'll take it off for you, then you take it off for me." Saying this,
I straddled him and unbuckled his belt.
Dad tried to stop me, but it was too late. He just said sadly, "Xiaxia, do you really want to take your clothes off with Daddy?"
I lifted his buttocks off the bed with both hands, then pulled down his waistband. Dad reluctantly straightened up, letting me pull it down to his buttocks. His underwear was already bulging, and he had a tent in his pants.
"Hehe, is it erect again?"
Dad blushed, he couldn't help himself.
Hehe, I pulled his pants down, then his underwear, looking at his big, erect, slightly purplish penis, I took it out and held it in my hand. "You naughty Daddy, I'm going to teach you a lesson."
Dad excitedly hugged me, pressing me against him, then kissed me. "Xiaxia, did you kiss when you were newlyweds?"—"Yes," he pressed me firmly against him, and I knew what he was going to say. "
Dad, he wants me to suck his." I gripped his penis and pulled it down forcefully, all the way to the hilt. Dad groaned comfortably, arching his hips upwards, while I slowly moved down, from his lower abdomen to his hairy pubic area. "
Dad, yours is so big!" I exclaimed involuntarily, marveling, shaking his penis, noticing how much pubic hair there was.
Dad asked shyly, "Don't you like it?"
I buried my face in his pubic hair, gently stroking it with my mouth. "I like it, I like your strength and mystery," I said, slowly moving my head down. Dad looked on nervously and curiously, "Xiaxia, Xiaxia," he said joyfully, filled with anticipation. "
Dad, did you miss me? Did you miss your daughter?" I tempted him, trying to get him to speak his mind.
Dad took a deep breath, "Yes."
"Hmph! Did you ever miss me before?" My hand slid across his glans, and with each stroke, his penis jerked upward.
Dad started stroking my lips, his voice filled with desire. "When was that?" I asked
. "With Mom," I replied. For some reason, I brought up my mother at that moment. Perhaps deep down, I always wanted to compare myself to her.
Dad said awkwardly, "Back then, I wondered what you would be like." "
Dad, take my clothes off,"
I said shyly, unable to suppress my desire. He pressed my head tightly against his mons pubis. "Are you really going to take them off?" I asked.
Then I touched his glans with my mouth. Dad shushed me. "Dad, didn't you want to see? You wanted to see your own daughter?"
Dad hesitated, "Maybe I shouldn't." "
You lecherous dad, you're all talk and no action!" I scolded him. "Back then, you even thought about your daughter, did you want to be like Mom?" "
Xiaxia, no, no." Dad vehemently denied it. "In my memory, you're smooth and hairless. I just want to know, do you have as much as your mother?"
I grabbed his hand and guided it to my crotch. "Dad, feel it." Because I was wearing pajamas, through the hem, Dad's hand easily slipped into my underwear.
Unexpectedly, he touched my pubic hair and pulled back sharply. "No, Xiaxia, no!"
I grabbed him again. "Silly Dad, what cat doesn't love fish?" I gently coaxed and tricked him, guiding his hand directly into my soft area. "
Dad, can you feel it? That's your daughter's flesh. Count it, is mine more or Mom's?"
Dad tried to leave, but I held his arm down, forcing him to crawl into my thick pubic hair, motionless.
"Dad, say something!" I pinched his glans, gently rubbing the frenulum beneath it. Dad's eyes were glazed, his breathing growing heavier. I kissed his lips, tracing his tongue. "Daddy, you and Mommy never touched each other before, did you?"
Daddy probably didn't mind my kisses. He entwined his tongue with mine, and we kissed mouth to mouth. Then I slowly fed him my saliva, and Daddy didn't seem to care. My hand swept down his foreskin, along the shaft, until I touched his testicles. "
Daddy, did your testicles go inside Mommy again?"
Daddy said angrily, "You naughty Xiaxia, how could that go in?"
"Hehe, I don't want to hear it!" I teased him on purpose, trying to ease his mind. Daddy fell for it.
"Has your husband's ever gone in?" He seemed a little embarrassed, but couldn't resist asking out of curiosity.
"Dad, you're so naughty, asking me that." I pretended to be coy and shy, gently touching his hard testicles. "Dad, why are your testicles so hard?" I deliberately didn't answer him right away. "
It's all because of you—" Daddy stopped himself at this point. "
Hehe, do you want to go in too?
Your mom's not here." Daddy looked very sad and helpless.
I kissed his lips, gently sucking on them. "Daughter's here," I said. "Didn't you just ask him if he'd been inside before? When we got passionate, he begged me—let me spread my arms." "Oh, I'm so embarrassed, Daddy, please, please don't say anymore, okay?" Daddy didn't speak. His hand, which had been buried in my pubic hair, suddenly plucked at it. Ah, it hurt a little, but it was also a little stimulating. He stopped after plucking, breathing softly, afraid I'd hear it. "
Daddy, say something." "
Xiaxia, you say something."
"Mmm." I agreed, and he inserted his testicles, then slid his penis through my opening. At this point, Dad suddenly thrust inside me, a wave of pleasure washing over me, almost making me dizzy. Dad finally lost control. "
Dad, is mine big?" I asked, seizing the opportunity.
Dad gasped for breath, stammering, "Big, big."
"Can it hold you?"
Xiaxia—Dad was getting a little aroused, I didn't know. "
Then feel it again." I grabbed his hand and pressed down hard. Dad began touching me from back to front, starting at the tip, carefully sliding over my labia, slowly moving to the back. He probably wasn't satisfied, so he measured my anus again. I wiggled my bottom, giggling, "You naughty girl!" Dad seemed to
realize something was wrong and quickly withdrew his hand. " How much bigger
than Mom's?" "
A finger's width bigger."
"That's big enough to hold you." "
You brat, so disrespectful !" As he spoke, he gently touched the tip. I realized what he wanted to do, stopped expectantly, and Dad realized it too. He parted my foreskin with his fingers and pressed down on my clitoris.
Ah—ah—I arched my body and screamed, a gush of fluid spurting out. Dad clearly hadn't expected me to be so sensitive. He relaxed for a moment, then squeezed hard again. My body, which had been raised, suddenly fell back down, panting heavily, my eyes glazed over, as if I were about to die.
Dad—Dad—we hugged each other, playing with each other's genitals.
Xiaxia, you're still so sensitive? Dad asked in surprise, his tone full of delight.
I—I'm all because of you, Dad, take it off for me.
Although Dad thought so, he still hesitated a little. Xiaxia, that's not right.
Hmph, you've already played around, and you're still pretending to be virtuous!
Dad chuckled. Xiaxia, is Dad a hypocrite?
I meant to say that, but then I suddenly wanted to tease him, so I said, "No way, Dad, you're just a lecherous old man, a big pervert!" Seeing Dad stammering, I couldn't help but laugh and added, "
You old rogue!" Before I knew it, Dad suddenly pulled down my underwear. "Stop talking nonsense! Stop talking nonsense!"
I looked up and saw Dad's lustful eyes staring at my crotch. Our eyes met, and I suddenly covered my face. "Dad, you took off your daughter's underwear with your own hands!"
Dad also regretted his impulsiveness; now it was getting out of hand. He grabbed my hand, trying to pull it away, and pleaded softly, "Xiaxia, I'm sorry." His expression and words betrayed his remorse. Afraid he'd back out halfway, I immediately let go and acted coquettishly. "
Hmph, you played with me, and you still say that? You just wanted to see, didn't you? Daughter will let you see." I suddenly parted my thighs, fully exposing my hidden secrets. Because I spread them as wide as possible, my labia majora were almost flat between my legs, while my labia minora unfolded like flower petals, revealing the bright red opening that spoke of a woman's secrets. My father stared, his eyes wide, swallowing hard. He stood there like a dazed fool, his head buried in my crotch, carefully admiring the sight.
Hmph! I knew this was the perfect opportunity. I pressed my father's head down and forcefully pushed him between my legs.
Ugh—the unexpected movement caught my father off guard; he buried his mouth and nose into my vulva simultaneously.
Giggle—seeing my father's disheveled state and this lewd scene, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and burst into laughter.
My father pulled away, panting, as if he had been submerged in water for a long time, glaring at me resentfully. "You?"
His face was covered in my vaginal fluid. I quickly pulled him into my arms. "Dad, is your daughter good?" Afraid he would be angry, I coaxed him with a deep kiss and said, "Will you?"
The actions just now truly terrified Dad. He had actually had intimate contact with his own daughter, and—he had even kissed her on the lips.
"Xiaxia, we're committing incest!" he murmured, as if blaming himself. "
No way! You didn't even penetrate."
"Then we—" Dad was still bothered by this. "
Hehe, let's just say that." I didn't deny it, Dad, actually we've been committing incest for a long time. You drink my milk, suck my nipples, I give you my penis, make you ejaculate, we both fantasize about each other. Dad, let's be incestuous, I like it when you and I are incestuous."
"You brat!" Dad cursed, still persisting. "If Dad were with you, what would that be?"
"Still father and daughter?" "
Father and daughter don't commit incest and have sex." These words shocked us both. Seeing that I didn't speak, Dad coaxed me, "Xiaxia, no matter what, we can't be the last, okay?" "
Then, then why can your hand go in, your mouth go in, but not your penis?"
Dad was being unreasonable. "My penis is inside you, isn't that fucking you?" he said. For Dad to fuck his daughter meant disrupting the family hierarchy and ruining the family.
I knew I couldn't convince him right away, so I compromised. "Dad, let's play with each other's genitals, and then give each other oral sex."
To avoid disappointing me, and considering his recent experience—though rushed, it was unforgettable—Dad blushed and reluctantly agreed.
I hugged him, and we sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed, both leaning against the backrest. Dad seemed a little uncomfortable and awkward, like a married couple. I turned and lay on his chest. "Dad, I want you to hold my breasts first." Dad squeezed them, making them big and full, then lowered his head and took them into his mouth. Watching Dad suckle like a baby, I was so excited I lost myself. I reached between Dad's legs and touched his hard penis.
"Dad, your penis is wet."
Dad looked up, and I deliberately pinched my lips, letting my penis open, a trickle of saliva escaping. Dad blushed, "Xiaxia, he's drooling."
"Hehe, is he being tempted by his daughter?" "Dad, do you usually insert it into Mom at this time?"
Dad felt uncomfortable from my touch and couldn't help but reach between my legs, gently touching them. "Xiaxia, your dad and mom never do this." "
Then what?"
"She—she always asks me to insert it after kissing me." "
Then you almost never have foreplay." Dad spread my legs, "Xiaxia, yours is wet too."
"Dad, my desire is rising again, it would be so great if we could insert it." "
Who told you to be my daughter?" Dad said regretfully, "Having a beautiful woman in your arms, but not being able to, is torture for a man." "
Don't suffer anymore, just rape her, Dad, rape Xiaxia." I hugged him tightly, feeling an urge to melt him into my body.
Dad loosened up a bit, joking with me, "But we haven't registered our marriage, we haven't had any formalities." "
You still want to have formalities? Why don't I just take a picture of them tonight, put the two of them together, and that'll count as a marriage certificate, okay?
" "You brat!" Dad laughed at my joke. Two genitals together for a picture, then getting a marriage certificate—that's the most novel idea ever! Dad laughed for a while,
then looked at his crotch. "Xiaxia, give Dad a blowjob first." Hearing Dad suggest this for the first time, I knew our union wasn't far off. I quickly grabbed him, bent down, and gently licked him with my little mouth. Looking back at Dad, his gaze was fixed on me, on his own daughter's every move. His encouraging eyes and lewd actions captivated me, especially his penis throbbing in my hand, teasing and enticing my soul to soar.
I stroked it, took it in, swallowed it deeply. Dad groaned comfortably, sometimes letting out a long sigh, then breathing rapidly in rhythm with mine. Just as I increased the speed by squeezing his testicles, Dad suddenly pushed my head away, gasping for breath. "Xiaxia—Xiaxia—" I realized he might be about to ejaculate, so I squeezed his shaft, feeling the fluid surging inside. Dad's face
flushed red, and he finally let out a sigh, hugging me tightly. "Xiaxia, that was great!" His beautiful expression made my heart flutter. Just a few strokes, and he's about to come? If I really go in, I'll thank him at the last minute. "
Dad, is it good?" Looking at his still hard, swollen, purple glans, I really wanted to just go in. Dad nodded, approvingly saying, "That's good!" As he spoke, he traced my cleft with his finger, and I gave him a seductive look, indicating, "Your turn."
Dad realized, Xiaxia, Dad really wants to lick you—
I'm all open there, Dad, you raised her, you should enjoy it, know what it tastes like.
Dad bent down and lovingly stroked her from above, then parted, looking at everything inside, Xiaxia, you're so beautiful!
Is that so? Dad, I nestled in his arms, actually you'd feel even better if you put it in, it would be so tight it would make you feel like you're dying inside.
I know, just looking at it, Dad could feel it. He kissed me, as if he was about to do something important, his eyes lingering, following my gaze, he lowered his head little by little, until finally, he smiled at me, then his full beard enveloped me.
Ah—Dad. So intense, so pleasurable, so blissful, my body felt like it was rising into the air, an electric shock-like feeling, I almost dizzy, my body arched, and I tightened my legs, pressing Dad's head tightly between my legs.
Dad lay there motionless, his hand stroking my lips.
My body trembled rapidly, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed out, overflowing into my father's mouth. I looked up at him; he was buried beneath me, diligently working like a farmer. I trembled as I opened my legs, my voice trembling as I said, "Dad, is mine better than Mom's?" "
Xiaxia, your mother doesn't have this much vaginal fluid." He used his tongue to search, plowing in and out. Then he took my clitoris into his mouth, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. I cried out, "Dad, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
My father inserted his hand into my vagina, making thrusting motions. "Xiaxia, touch my balls, my balls."
I touched his, stroking and kneading, while he sucked and teased, and we felt as if we were ascending to heaven.
Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. My body trembled, desperately trying to escape his caresses. My father pinned me down, thrusting rapidly. I gasped for breath, my legs opening and closing incessantly. In this state, my father bit my clitoris, pushing me to orgasm.
Ah—ah—I gushed out so much white fluid, staining my father's head and face.
My father, panting heavily, reveled in my wanton moans.
The next day, my husband came home. Business setbacks made him seem very depressed. My father and I tried to comfort him, but we couldn't ease his mind. That
night, after drinking a little, he sighed and went to bed. My father and I exchanged glances, a look of regret in our eyes. I had to go back to the bedroom to comfort him.
My husband turned over and hugged me. "Xiaxia, now I only have you left."
A pang of sadness shot through me. I stroked his somewhat haggard face. "What are you saying?" "We still have the children, and Dad."
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry," he said apologetically.
I deliberately misunderstood him. "Sorry to me?" "So you're seeing someone else?"
My husband quickly replied, "I don't have the time to do anything reckless right now. Xiaxia, you know I'm completely ruined this time. The business failed, the debts aren't being collected, and you and the kids will definitely suffer. Maybe we should get a divorce."
What could I say? I gently hugged him, promising never to leave him. After being rejected by my father, I fell in love with my current husband. It was my first time, so my feelings for him are very deep. Although I have feelings for my father now, it's different. He supports our family, giving our relationship a bond; we share a home. My feelings for my father are even deeper than that. We're father and daughter, blood is thicker than water, and with our shared secret, I can feel no barrier between us.
My husband buried his head in my chest. "Don't worry, I'll pull myself together and make this family thrive."
"Yes, I know you have the ability, the skill to fight back."
He listened to my words of encouragement, embraced me tenderly, and then kissed me. I don't know why, but this kiss made me feel awkward, guilty, and ashamed. Perhaps it was because I had an affair with my father and felt guilty towards him; perhaps it was because I had an affair with my father and felt guilty towards him—I couldn't explain it myself.
After kissing me for a while, my husband started to make advances. When he put his hand between my legs, I realized what was happening and quickly pushed him away, saying I needed to wash up first. Looking at him lying on the bed, I knew I was struggling with my own desires. Actually, I felt a little awkward. At that moment, I thought of my father.
I got out of bed, quietly opened the door, and tiptoed into the bathroom, trying my best not to make a sound, afraid of waking my father.
I turned on the shower, rinsed myself quickly, and dried myself with a towel. When I opened the door again, I was suddenly surprised to see my father standing there. "
Dad—" My panicked and guilty eyes darted around, but I also saw a hint of disappointment in him.
My father glanced at my bedroom and whispered, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
He—he—stammered, not wanting to lie to his father, and could only lower his head, his face flushed.
His father said, "Go quickly, he's waiting for you."
"You?" He glared at him, seeing the dejection on his face, and suddenly exploded, shoving him aside and hitting him angrily. His father didn't say a word, enduring it. "
Why won't you speak?" I stared at him fiercely, making him panic slightly. "
What do you want me to say?
Say you want me!" Then I cornered him against the wall, hitting him again. After hitting him enough, his father gently embraced me. "Xiaxia," he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me silently.
"Mmm—" I tried hard to remain silent, and his father kissed me silently in return. After a while, I said, "Didn't you dislike me, didn't you want me? Someone wants me, he wants me to wash up, and then—" Before I could finish, his father suddenly covered my mouth, "Don't say it."
I struggled free, "Then promise me," my blue eyes shining brightly, "we'll be together." The reason I didn't use that word was because I didn't want to upset him.
Dad understood, as expected. "Xiaxia, I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore, I'm going crazy!" He suddenly became a little hysterical, grabbing me and kissing me.
Although I was a little scared and a little uneasy, I was mostly overjoyed. I listened to the sounds from the bedroom and watched the doorway.
Dad was completely absorbed; he was probably overstimulated by my actions tonight. He couldn't bear the thought of his beloved woman being held in someone else's arms, and he couldn't bear the thought of the woman he used to be intimate with washing up in front of him, waiting for another man to enter her. While enduring his kisses, I reached my hand between his legs. I knew this was an opportunity; perhaps because of my husband, we could make a breakthrough.
Dad, he's waiting in the room. Seeing that he hadn't made a move for a long time, I provoked him further. Sure enough, Dad, panting heavily, suddenly pulled open my nightgown and ripped off my underwear. "
Dad, no!" I deliberately grabbed his hand, but this action only drove him even crazier. He forcefully flung my hand away, then pushed me against the wall, lifted one leg, and, holding his already hard penis, inserted it into my vagina.
Ah—happiness, pleasure, dizziness, my long-cherished dream had come true in one day. My juices overflowed, drenching his penis. Perhaps my father felt an even greater release; he began to feel jealous, possessive, even hostile and vengeful towards my husband. I wrapped my arms around my father's neck, responding to his rhythm. Soft slurping sounds echoed in the living room. Just after a few rounds, I suddenly heard my husband's voice. "
Xiaxia"
—perhaps he was worried I'd been in the bathroom for too long, or perhaps he'd heard those subtle sounds. I quickly replied, "Coming."
We separated abruptly, startled. My father, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, glanced at me in alarm, offering an apologetic hint.
I suddenly pulled him close, pinning him against the wall, and kissed him passionately, promising to kiss me after he left. Then we stared at each other for a moment, a final glance and tenderness, before I returned to the bedroom.
So long?
Hearing my husband's voice, still savoring the unexpected surprise and the sudden sensation of my father's penetration, I squeezed my legs together, and another gush of fluid spurted out. I climbed into bed and hugged my husband; I almost let my father see me coming out of the bathroom.
My husband stroked me, "You didn't close the door." "
I was just worried you wouldn't be able to wait," I said coquettishly, clinging to him.
My husband reached down and touched between my legs, cursing, "You slut, so wet." He suddenly flipped me over, spread my legs, and pressed down on me, thrusting into the spot where my father had just been. At that moment, my mind was filled with images of my father; I knew all that fluid was for him. "
How many days has it been? You've gone awry, haven't you?" "You
jerk!" I said in a sultry voice, "You still have the nerve to say that."
He chuckled, my husband thrusting with a powerful, surging passion, "There's even some sludge."
The sounds of "plop plop" rang out again, and soon my husband ejaculated.
As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I heard the range hood in the kitchen. Looking at my husband, still fast asleep, I said, "Time to get up, Dad's cooking." He lazily
rolled over, " I'm not eating
, you and Dad eat." I knew he'd been very tired lately, and after last night's crazy adventure, so I tucked him in and tiptoed out of bed. I washed up in the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and the memories of last night with Dad resurfaced. I wondered how I would react when I saw him. Listening to the sounds from the bedroom, I saw my husband breathing evenly again. I gently closed the door and went into the kitchen.
Dad was there, wearing an apron, meticulously cooking. Realizing I was in, he turned around and smiled gently, "You're up?"
"Yeah, you got up early?"
"Couldn't sleep." Dad finished speaking and buried himself in cooking.
I went over and hugged him from behind. Dad didn't object, but while working, he said, "He's not up yet?"
I gently nuzzled against him and whispered, "He said he doesn't want to eat anymore, he wants to sleep a little longer. "
Dad didn't say anything.
Seeing him like this, I felt a pang of disappointment. I had thought that seeing him this morning would be a different story, but he was still so cold.
Hugging his waist, tears welled up in my eyes without me even realizing it. "Xiaxia—" Dad was startled to see me like this. "What's wrong?" He turned my face towards him and wiped away my tears. "Are you upset?"
I suddenly pushed him away stubbornly and walked out without a word. Dad paused, then followed me out. When we reached the living room, he stopped and quickly glanced at my bedroom door.
I knew I couldn't go anywhere else, so I quickly hid in his bedroom. Seeing this, Dad quickly came over and hugged me from behind. "What happened?"
"Hmph, you took me, and now you're ignoring me."
Dad seemed to let out a long sigh, releasing his inner pressure. "Xiaxia, he's still here." "
Then you shouldn't have done that." He acted as if nothing was wrong, which left me feeling a bit disappointed, but after Dad's explanation, I felt better.
Dad silently hugged me, burying his head in my hair. I turned around and said, "Dad, you can't abandon me."
"Silly girl, I—" he said, glancing instinctively at the door, then whispering even softer, "I don't even have time to love you enough."
I hugged his neck tightly. "I don't want that kind of love. I want you to be like you were last night." I threw myself into his arms and kissed him.
Dad kicked the door shut, his voice fierce as he pressed his lips against mine. "Xiaxia, you've made Dad lose his way, you've made Dad doomed." "
Then fuck me, fuck your daughter!" I said rudely, hoping to make him abandon his inner constraints and discard his dignity as a father.
Dad's body trembled, his tone still hesitant. "After he leaves, then.
" "No!" I pleaded, begging him to promise, "You promise me."
Dad, beaming with delight, poked me with his finger. "Xiaxia, Daddy's going to fuck you, fuck your little cunt."
I smiled sweetly, my face flushed. Daddy and I had finally made a promise. We started kissing again. At that moment, I so wanted Daddy to carry me to bed and penetrate my already wet body. "
Daddy, you fuck my dick, I'll let you fuck my cunt." "
You shameless brat, shameless!" He held me tightly, trying to push me into his body.
That's right! I had already fallen into incest.
As the two were entwined, I suddenly heard the bedroom door open. I quickly left, and then I heard a bang from the bathroom. My husband got up, hurriedly straightened his clothes, and my father opened the door. I said, "Dad, are all these clothes ready to be washed?"
Daddy understood and said, "Just leave them there, I'll wash them."
I picked up a handful of Daddy's clothes and came out, just as my husband came out of the bathroom. I playfully pushed him back in.
My husband jumped up and down, dodging me. "What are you doing? What are you doing?
Look at all these dirty clothes!" he said, then abruptly shoved them into the bathroom.
Afraid I'd demand something of him, he quickly ran out. Watching his flustered retreating figure, I smiled slightly.
During those days, I would deliberately lie on the sofa without underwear when my husband was out, using the excuse of having my father massage me, and then we would have sex again. Every time, my father's fingers would slip into my vagina and tease it, satisfying his urges. Then we would hug and kiss, exchanging passionate kisses. I went back to the bedroom, put on underwear and a bra to avoid staining the sheets and pajamas with the milk and vaginal fluid that flowed out at night. That night, I felt something moving around my genitals, rubbing back and forth. After touching the outside for a while, it slipped inside the edge of my underwear, directly touching my labia and clitoris, and finally inserted its fingers into my vagina. I felt a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out. Was I having a wet dream? No, someone was touching me. I secretly opened my eyes. Sure enough,
it was my father lying by the bed, his fingers still rubbing inside my vagina. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It seemed my father had been aroused by me. He actually came to my room on his own initiative. I secretly reached out and grabbed my dad's hand. I suddenly opened my eyes and shouted, "Catch the thief! Catch the thief!" My dad was startled by my sudden action and hurriedly said, "It's not a thief. It's me." I laughed and said to him, "How can it not be a thief? It's a thief who came to steal people!" My dad blushed with embarrassment and said, "Okay. Since you caught me, I have nothing to say. I accept the punishment." I said shyly, "Then the punishment is for you to lie on top of me and massage me with your body. Massage me until I feel comfortable."
"You little rascal," Dad said. "You fell for my trap again." I chuckled. "This time I didn't seduce you. I was just fishing, waiting for the willing to take the bait. You couldn't control your lust and came to take advantage of me." Dad had nothing to say and climbed onto my bed. He made me close my legs and put his legs on either side of mine. I insisted he take off his vest, leaving me only in my underwear. I unbuttoned my pajamas, parted them to the sides, and
took off my bra, revealing my two white breasts. This way, when he was on top of me, our upper bodies could be pressed together. I originally wanted Dad and me to take off our underwear, but Dad insisted on not doing so.
I thought, "
This is the first time for us like this. Dad is a little reserved. Let's leave it at that. We'll talk about it later.
Let's see how long you can hold out."
So, I lay on my back with my legs together, and Dad lay on top of me with his legs on either side. He lay on my chest, his arms reaching under my neck, holding me tightly. My large breasts were squeezed between him, motionless. After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer and chuckled. "Bad daddy, move a little!
You're crushing me! Move! Use your big thing to nudge my little sister!
My little sister is dying of thirst! Even through my underwear, my little sister can't reach your big sausage anyway!
" Hearing my words, Daddy started moving on top of me, using his hard, large penis to forcefully nudge my little sister. Daddy held me tightly; I could tell he was very excited. Before, in the living room, I was always the one pressing down on him and acting cute. Now he was on top of me, like we were making love… and
I was lying on my back, face to face with Daddy, chest to chest, genitals to genitals. Just like a real missionary position, how could I not be excited, how could I not be shy? I wasn't ashamed. My face was flushed.
My heart was pounding. I was so nervous.
I felt my breasts pressed tightly against my father's chest, and I could almost feel his heartbeat.
He held me close, and I could feel his strong masculine presence. I could feel his penis hard, even through my underwear. It was thrusting against me relentlessly. Was he trying to penetrate me through my pants? I felt breathless under his weight, yet it also felt strangely pleasurable. I was too embarrassed to tell him.
Later, he leaned forward and gently asked, "Did I hurt you?" I didn't answer. I was already feeling pleasure in my vagina. He tried to get off me. I didn't want to. I said, "Just a little more. I'm about to climax."
He didn't say anything, just thrust harder. I thought, "He doesn't really want to get off now. He must be enjoying this too."
After a few more minutes, I felt a sudden itch in my vagina. A gush of hot, wet fluid spurted out, soaking my underwear. Dad controlled himself, afraid to ejaculate. He got off me. Perhaps his ethical concerns were still bothering him.
My husband often drank alone, and Dad would sit beside him, drinking with him, telling him not to drink anymore. Seeing his son-in-law like this, he felt a little sorry for him. "
Dad, your son-in-law is useless." My husband sighed and poured himself another glass, but Dad snatched the bottle away.
"What kind of behavior is this?" Dad's face was a little angry. He was afraid that my husband would be ruined by his business, and then his precious daughter's future would be uncertain. A person can't collapse because of a little pressure, especially since you have so many debts outside. If you can collect them, you won't lose much." Dad scolded him while offering advice. "
It's not that easy to collect them." My husband lit a cigarette, sighed, and said, "In this society, the one who owes money is the grandfather, and the one who collects it is the grandson.
But no matter what, you have to show some manly spirit. You have a wife and children at home."
"I know!" My husband threw away the cigarette, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp. I've thought a lot these past few days, Dad. I'm not discouraged. I'm reorganizing my thoughts. Since I can't get the money back, I'll use it as collateral and then I'll switch careers.
Dad listened and cautiously asked, "So, do you have any ideas?" "
Basically, just waiting for me to put them into action." My husband seemed confident. "Dad, I'll be busy for a while, and I won't be able to take care of the family for the time being. Xiaxia and the child," he looked apologetically at me and Dad, "Xiaxia, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I still need to ask Dad to help take care of the family." "
Don't worry about that!" Dad said readily.
My husband said gratefully, "I know that, but I still feel bad." He choked up a little as he spoke, "People say businessmen value profit over parting, but actually, I really want to be with Xiaxia, to love each other and stay together forever."
Seeing him like this, Dad was a little touched and actually promised him, "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about things at home. Just manage the household well, and come back to spend more time with Xiaxia whenever you have time. Couples need to communicate more, especially young couples. Don't let Xiaxia be lonely."
My husband was drunk, and he was talking incoherently. Holding up his empty glass, he looked at it with Dad and said, "People say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Xiaxia and I are both young, I'm the fish, and Xiaxia is the water. We should enjoy our intimacy more."
Dad and I blushed and turned pale. I quickly scolded him, "What nonsense are you talking about?" blushing, I answered him softly.
My husband didn't seem to mind and continued, "Dad, you've been through it all, you were young once too, right? Dad."
Dad had no choice but to nod, "Yes, yes."
I pinched Dad hard and glared at him. Dad deliberately avoided looking at me but joined in with my husband, "Yes, you're both young, you both have needs."
Bad guys, I'm ignoring you. I couldn't accept what they were saying, so I left with a pout.
That night, my husband was completely drunk and passed out. I sneaked out and pushed open my father's bedroom door. Actually, my father was also drunk, but his mind was still relatively clear. "
Xiaxia, we can't do this anymore?" His words suddenly made me feel terrible. I was about to climb into his bed, but I just stood there, stunned.
My father realized he had spoken too harshly, but he couldn't take it back, so he sighed deeply.
I stood there for a while, feeling resentful inside. Why?
"Sigh—your husband, he's really struggling, but he loves you so much. How can we do this behind his back—is it the same thing?" I pressed him, trying to figure out if it was my father who had changed his mind, or if it was because of my husband. "
But I just feel sorry for him. He works hard outside, and he's good to both of us, but we're having an affair at home. Xiaxia, you know, Dad isn't that kind of person." "
Then I am that kind of person, okay?" I retorted defiantly. "I'm despicable, I'm promiscuous, okay?" "
Xiaxia!" Hearing me degrade myself like this, Dad was clearly angry. "Dad won't allow you to ruin yourself," he said. "
Didn't you say you were noble, that you valued loyalty? Then why did I approach you, why did I seduce you? Wasn't that being a slut?" I cursed myself viciously, all to win back Dad's heart.
Dad got out of bed and gently hugged me. "Xiaxia," he said, "Dad knows you love me, and I love you too, but I'm so conflicted and sad. I know we've already crossed the line from father to daughter; we can't go back." "But how can we lessen our guilt and remorse?" Dad's eyes were filled with sorrow as he looked at me pleadingly. " Then tell me, " he said, lowering his head at the seemingly definitive question. "
What kind of relationship do you want with me?" "Fine," I said, a pang of sadness in my heart. "Tell me," I said, "if you agree, I, Xiaxia, promise I'll never bother you again. From now on, we'll be strangers." As I spoke, tears streamed down my face again. When Dad saw this, he panicked, hugged me, and whispered, "No—no—" I forcefully shook him off and walked towards the door.

Dad grabbed my hand, pleading sadly, "Xiaxia."
I was unwilling to leave like this, standing there hoping for his change of heart. "
Forgive Dad, as long as we're happy."
His ambiguous answer didn't satisfy me; a surge of resentment still swelled within me, making me furious.
Suddenly, Dad knelt down. "I promise you."
I was both surprised and delighted, but still pretended to be indifferent. "Promise me what?"
"We'll be together!"
I didn't want that so-called "being together," nor did I want your repeated empty promises. "
Xiaxia." Dad called out, hesitated for a moment, then seemed to harden his heart, making a decision. "I promise you, we'll be a couple, okay?"
I was overjoyed; what I wanted was finally mine. Did you say it?
Dad nodded solemnly. "
So that means we'll be husband and wife in secret, and I'll be your mistress?"
Dad nodded shyly.
I rushed over, hugged him tightly, and kissed him excitedly. "My dear Dad, I finally have you!" We kissed passionately, forgetting time and space, feeling only sweetness and happiness, like lovers in their first love. After a long time, we parted. "
Go back to your room," Dad urged, feeling it had been too long.
"No!" Still throbbing with the joy of our recent encounter, I wanted to strike while the iron was hot and have another intimate moment with Dad. So I shyly said, "Dad, I'll sleep here tonight."
Dad was startled. "Are you crazy? Your son-in-law is still in that room; he could wake up at any moment. How could he dare sleep with his own daughter?"
I insisted, threatening, "Or will you change your mind tomorrow?" I used my ultimate weapon.
Dad softened, coaxing me, "Silly girl, didn't I tell you, you're my mistress?"
"Hmph! Mistress? You don't even sleep with me—" I looked at him with my bright eyes. Dad sighed helplessly, "He's sleeping in that room; how can I sleep with you—Xiaxia, let's make it last." "
Then you have to make me feel at ease," I said, revealing my thoughts.
Dad thought for a moment, then said, "Okay!" He then picked me up and carried me to the bed. "Xiaxia, tonight you'll be Daddy's little wife."
I kissed him happily. "Not yet, for now we're just lovers."
"Then how can we be?" Dad asked curiously, though he already knew what I wanted, he just pretended not to understand.
I abandoned my womanly reserve and shyness and could only tell him, "We'll be together, and you'll ejaculate inside me."
Dad poked me with his finger and cursed, "You little vixen!" Then he lay on top of me. "Xiaxia, Daddy's a little drunk, I don't know if I can do it?"
I reached between his legs and pinched him. He was soft, without any masculinity. I then acted coquettishly, "You're bad, you just don't want me." "
Good Xiaxia, you're wronging your old man." "
I won't listen, I won't listen!" I nestled in his arms, rubbing him with my hands, trying to wake him up. Dad also tried to stand up, but after stroking him for a while, there was still no movement. Dad said anxiously, "Give me oral sex."
To get things settled with my dad as soon as possible, I slowly moved down and took his penis into my mouth, holding his genitals and stroking it. Gradually, his penis became responsive. I straddled him, sitting on his body, and guided his penis inside. However, because my dad was drunk, his penis, although erect, wasn't firm enough. After several attempts, it was squeezed out.
My dad said helplessly, "Xiaxia, let me give you oral sex."
I bent down, took his lips into my mouth, and continued thrusting relentlessly. I tried to get it in, spreading my legs wide and pushing the head of my penis inside. I managed to get it in a little, but with each thrust, it slipped out. I was sweating profusely, and finally, I had no strength left and collapsed onto my dad.
My dad looked at me with heartache. "I'm sorry, Xiaxia, Dad can't fulfill his duty, so let Dad give you oral sex."
Seeing my dad's apologetic and sincere face, I didn't want to upset him, so I comforted him, "Dad, your little brother is drunk and doesn't welcome his sister. Let him apologize to her another day."
Dad, mimicking a playful tone, said, "Yes, little brother understands. Little brother will bow down and submit, willing to fall at sister's feet."
I giggled, moving my bottom onto Dad's chest, a little shyly first lying on top of him. Just thinking about that position was too embarrassing—spreading my legs, facing Dad's gaze and mouth, that lewdness, that wantonness, was incomparable. "
Xiaxia, get up." I pressed his head down, covering his entire body. Dad lifted me from below, saying, "Hehe, let me prepare first." "
Little thing! Prepare what?" "Prepare my juices."
I covered my face and looked up, my face flushed. "You like to drink? Then your daughter will prepare a pot for you." Saying this, I straightened up, and unexpectedly seeing Dad's face, I was really excited, and my juices flowed out. "
Hehe—hehe—Dad."
Dad saw the white, tofu-like semen, and curiously wiped it with his hand. "Xiaxia, you're so slutty!"
"Hmph!" "I don't care," I scoffed, "He's being promiscuous, isn't it all for you?"
Dad grabbed my buttocks from behind, sniffing my scent repeatedly. "You little slut, haven't you been trying to seduce Daddy? Let's see how Daddy makes you want to be." "You
bad daddy, you weren't taking the bait, were you?" I retorted. "Tonight I'll make you my captive, make you my slave." As I spoke, I brought my pubic hair close to my crotch. Daddy took a hair from my pubic area and slowly smoothed it, then parted my labia with his hands, admiring it closely.
My labia majora were thick, white, and delicate. Because I was straddling him, the labia majora were completely split open, and the labia inside, unlike other women's wrinkled, flat labia, stood up and closed tightly, covering the bright red opening, making it look even more mysterious and alluring.
Daddy leaned in, used the tip of his tongue to pry it open, and gently slid it inside. Then he inserted a finger into my opening from below and began to lick it.
I looked down at my own father licking my genitals, almost fainting with bliss. These past few days, I had been teasing and seducing him, and finally, it had come to fruition. Stroking his muscular chest, desire surged like a tide. At that moment, all I wanted was to insert his head into my body, to become one with my father.
When his tongue entered my opening, I almost went mad. I moved my hips, searching for pleasure. Perhaps the soft pubic hair made him slightly uncomfortable; he leaned out, exhaled, and then parted my clitoris with his fingers. "Xiaxia, your clitoris is so big!"
my father exclaimed, caressing it. I was exhausted by my father's ministrations, collapsing limply. "Dad, my...and Mom's..." Even then, I didn't forget to compare myself to Mom. In my mind, everything I did had to be compared to Mom's in my father's eyes. "
Of course, you have to be better than Mom," he said, moving his mouth up and taking it in, nibbling with his sharp teeth. I could barely control myself; the feeling was too intense.
"Daddy—Daddy—" I bounced my hips against him, and just as I pulled away again, it suddenly bit down. Ah—the pain and pleasure brought tears of pleasure streaming down my face. "
Daddy, you're killing me!"
Xiaxia, Daddy held me from behind with one hand and inserted the other into my hole, saying softly, "Move up and down.
" Ah—ah—I started bobbing quickly, the feeling was even more intense than intercourse. I chased and demanded it almost frantically, and soon we entered a state of frenzy.
Just as Dad deeply inserted his hand into me, I suddenly collapsed. I twitched a few times like a fish out of water, then fell heavily to the ground, my juices flowing freely.
I had an orgasm.
Dad was an expert; he didn't even need his penis to completely overwhelm me. I was utterly defeated.
The next day, my husband said he was going to a friend's house and wouldn't be back that night. Dad and I exchanged a glance, secretly wanting to laugh. After dinner, I lay on the sofa without underwear, taking the opportunity to ask Dad for a massage. Dad understood immediately. He quickly tidied the table and sat on the sofa, first massaging my back, then tracing my breasts along both sides. I tilted my head back, begging for his passionate kiss. Dad took it in his mouth, and I rolled over to face him. We began to make love. Dad's fingers slipped into my vagina, and he suddenly realized I was wet. He pulled them out and looked. "You're on your period?" His hands were covered in blood. I was shocked. I quickly calculated and nodded. I figured it should be tomorrow, but it came early. I said, "Never mind," and begged him to make love to me. But Dad coaxed me, "Xiaxia, we can't do it in a moment. You're on your period, you can't have sex. It just started, it's okay." I hugged him and pleaded. Dad gently reached over and stroked my vulva. "You silly Xiaxia, are you crazy? This will hurt your body and leave you with health problems. You'll regret it later.
" "No way! I've been waiting for you for so long, and you keep making excuses." I pouted unhappily.
Dad gently stroked my labia. "Xiaxia, don't be so willful and childish. If we're talking about being anxious, Dad is the most anxious. You're already wet here, Dad is so eager, but I have to protect my daughter, protect my little sister."
I could tell that Dad cared about me and loved me, and he wouldn't agree easily, so I compromised and begged, "Then you can put it in my ass." "
Okay." This time, Dad didn't refuse; he readily agreed, "Kneel up."
I quickly got up, propped my legs on the sofa, and stuck my buttocks high. Dad came behind me, kneeling between my legs. Perhaps my posture attracted him, or perhaps it was the first time we were like this, but Dad actually reached down and gently stroked my wet labia. I trembled all over, filled with anticipation. I could hear the gurgling sounds coming from his throat. I glanced back, my eyes filled with lustful desire.
This gaze stirred Dad's heart. He leaned down and kissed me, then said with desire, "Xiaxia, we're really lovers now. Dad can really have sex with you."
Because of the distance between our bodies, I tried to reach over and trace his tongue with mine. "Do you still have any doubts?" "I'm your mistress, and I'm willing to be your mistress."
"Then you'll be Daddy's lover and mistress." "
Dad, I'm willing to be your mistress, ride me."
Daddy straddled my buttocks, held his penis, aimed it at my wrinkled anus, and thrust hard. Because it was my first time, my anus was tight and I hadn't been with anyone, his penis bent and slipped out. "
Dad, put it in there." I pleaded again, sticking my buttocks up and waiting for him.
Daddy slid his penis down my vulva, letting my labia envelop it. I frantically lifted my buttocks, trying to get it in, but Daddy just moved back and forth, getting my fluids on it, then he pulled back, gently grinding my anus, lightly thrusting and pushing. I swayed my buttocks to cooperate, and finally his glans went in halfway. Seeing his penis surrounded by his daughter's anus, Daddy lay on top of me, "Xiaxia, Daddy's deflowering you."
So Daddy had this kind of mentality; he had always been resentful that he hadn't been able to deflower me. "Dad, are you still thinking about my virginity?"
Dad didn't answer, but with a sudden thrust, a sharp pain shot through me as something hard entered me. I involuntarily clutched my lower abdomen. Ah—Dad—Dad—Dad turned my head, kissing me as he thrust into me hard. Soon, we were overwhelmed by desire, and I knew Dad had ejaculated inside me.
That night, to avoid my husband coming home, we went back to our own bedrooms. Although I didn't want to, I suggested sleeping with Dad, but he said, "Don't get carried away. Getting carried away will lead to trouble, especially with something like this. If he comes back, he'll catch us in the act."
Haha, Dad, you're afraid of catching us cheating?
You silly girl, we have to be careful. As the saying goes, catch a thief red-handed, catch an adulterer in the act.
Hmm—hmm—I know, better safe than sorry. I knew Dad was right. My husband had been in a bad mood lately, and maybe he changed his mind. So I went back to the bedroom, put on my underwear and bra, to avoid staining the sheets and pajamas with the milk and vaginal fluid that came out during the night. In the middle of the night, I felt something moving around my genitals, rubbing and caressing. It touched the outside for a while, then slipped inside my underwear to touch my labia and clitoris. Finally, it inserted its fingers into my vagina and started probing. I felt a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation, and a gush of vaginal fluid came out. At first, I thought I was having a wet dream, but then I realized someone was touching me. Could it be my husband? I secretly opened my eyes and saw a dark figure lying by the bed. I grabbed the person's hand and suddenly opened my eyes. "Who's there?"
The person was startled and quickly replied, "It's me."
A familiar voice, a familiar face. His flustered expression made me laugh. "Bad daddy, why aren't you sleeping?"
Daddy got up sheepishly. "Xiaxia, Daddy—I've been thinking about you.
" Heh, he must have been aroused by my teasing and provocation. "So you're here to steal?" "
Daddy didn't steal anything from you."
"Hmph! You haven't stolen anything, you've come to steal my heart." "You won't walk if you hold on, you'll back off if you hit you. Someone wanted to sleep with you, and you refused, and now you're cheating on me.
You naughty Xiaxia, Daddy couldn't sleep, and when I saw your husband wasn't home, I came over. " "
Okay, Daddy, then you can hold your daughter while you sleep."
"Okay." Daddy agreed, climbing onto my bed. He told me to close my legs and put his legs on either side of mine. I insisted he take off his vest, leaving me only in my underwear. I unbuttoned my pajamas, parted them to the sides, and took off my bra, revealing my two white breasts. This way, when he was on top of me, our upper bodies could be pressed together. I originally wanted Daddy and me to take off our underwear, but Daddy insisted on not doing so. I knew he was still concerned about my period, afraid that he might lose control and go all the way in. Actually, I wasn't afraid at all. Making love with Daddy at that moment would be an extraordinary experience. But I had no choice in what I was doing. I could only lie on my back with my legs together. My dad was on top of me, with his legs on either side of me and his upper body on my chest. His hands reached under my neck and hugged me tightly. My big breasts were squeezed in the middle, and I didn't move. After a while, I couldn't help but laugh. "Bad dad, move! You're crushing me! Move! Use your big thing to push against my little sister. My little sister is so thirsty! It's through my underwear anyway, and my little sister can't get your big sausage."
After hearing my suggestion, Dad agreed and started moving on top of me, thrusting his hard penis against my vulva. He held me tightly, clearly very excited. Before, in the living room, I was always the one pressing down on him, being affectionate. Now, he was on top of me, like we were making love. And I was lying on my back, face to face with Dad, chest to chest, genitals to genitals, just like a real missionary position. How could I not be excited, how could I not be shy? My face was flushed, my heart was pounding, I was so nervous. This was a completely different feeling from having my own husband. Thinking about my loving and protective father, and the rubbing of our genitals together, it felt like heaven. "
Dad, if only we had a hole in our pants," I teased him.
Dad moved on top of me, "Hmm, that way, my penis could go out."
"Where?" I deliberately enticed him.
"Into your underwear."
Hehe. I know Dad just doesn't want to say it. He'll just say it: "My daughter's pussy is under my underwear.
It can't go in." Dad stubbornly denied it.
Why? Because it's pressed tightly against my underwear.
Because fathers and daughters don't do that. It turns out that old idea is still at play.
Dad, I know, you fuck your lover, your mistress, your girl.
Hehe, you brat, Dad can't beat you. Xiaxia, when he comes, we'll be father and daughter; when he leaves, we'll be lovers.
Yeah, when he comes, we'll sleep separately; when he leaves, you'll sleep with me.
Hehe, little lover, little girl.
Dad continued thrusting, pushing his hard cock inside. I could feel it already pressed against my underwear, pushing in a bit. I held him tightly, feeling his strong masculine presence. My father's penis was hard, thrusting against me relentlessly through my underwear, as if trying to penetrate my body through the fabric. He was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe, yet it felt strangely pleasurable. Then he leaned forward and gently asked, "Did I hurt you?" I didn't answer, my vagina already aroused. He tried to get off me, but I resisted, saying, "Just a little longer, I'm about to climax." He didn't reply, but continued thrusting forcefully. I thought he wasn't really trying to get off; he must be enjoying it too. After a few more minutes, a sudden itch shot through my vagina, and a gush of hot, wet fluid spurted out, soaking my underwear. Seeing me reach my climax, my father trembled as well, ejaculating a thick stream of semen.
[The End]

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