But for me – their child – it was annoying to deal with. “Well,” he begun to explain. His words also invoked a strange feeling in me – my own father complimented me on being a good fuck. Before I could make another attempt to get out of such an incredibly awkward situation, I felt him shifting his position slightly. Was that really what I wanted, to get bred like some farm animal by my own father? The wet heat, while my vagina direly clenched down on his erection. The alcohol had lulled me into a false sense of security – I had a dick inside of my body, unprotected. “It looks nice,” I pointed out. “It’s been a while. He pulled me in for a tight bear-hug, squeezing me so tightly that it briefly drew air out of my lungs. His mushroom-head plunged against my soft labia, with only my underwear to separate us.
