Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed. My hand itched. I stepped into the hallway and blinked to find my wife coming out of Valerie’s room. Maybe she was finally getting that Valerie was becoming her own woman and wasn’t a child any longer. This small voice at the back of my mind screamed out in protest. This intense rush of bliss spilled ecstasy across my thoughts. I drove hard and fast into her, my crotch spanking her ass with every plunge into her juicy depths. My flesh rippled. His cock tented his khaki shorts. I just nodded my head, gripping her hand. It undulated. I was on the verge of exploding, but I held back. My husband and I never disciplined her. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned, the room spinning around me. “Daddy!” squealed my baby girl. She leaned in and whispered, “Disciplined.”
My hand balled into a fist. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. It was incredible how it seemed to twist and writhe.
