CHAPTER EIGHT

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I trembled underneath him, my legs spread wide, my torn panties somewhere on the floor. His thick head rubbed up and down my wet folds, teasing me, spreading my juices over his tip. Every time he bumped my swollen clit, I jerked and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Fuck, Daddy....

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