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there, but she didn’t want to stop pleasing him. She found a quick solution, pulling her wet panties aside again and stroking him against her. The tip of him rested right against her tender button, and she rubbed it there.
    “Oh no,” he moaned, looking down to see his cock pressed against his daughter’s little pussy. “No, no.” His denial was weak, and she pressed him harder against her.

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    “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her hand slick on him. “I want to be all yours, forever and ever.”
    “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said, his breath ragged. “What are we doing?”
    “Please, please,” she whispered, her hand tugging awkwardly at his firm flesh.
    He growled, relenting, grabbing his cock out of her hand. He positioned it at her tight, virginal hole, spreading her lips with his fingers.
    “Don’t move,” he told her sternly. She obeyed him. He was using his daddy voice. He pressed his hips upward, easing her open. She whimpered, feeling a sting, a slow burning between her legs. He let the tip rest just inside of her, putting his hands on her hips.
    “Honey,” he whispered. “This may hurt, just a bit at first… but it feels so good for Daddy… god… are you sure?” His eyes, dark with lust, convinced her.
    She so wanted to please him.
    “Yes, Daddy, yes,” she said. “Put it in me.”
    He used his hands to ease her hips down, sinking slowly into her flesh.
    Darla felt tears sting her eyes. He was stretching her so wide open! It felt as if she might tear in two! He did it slowly, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time, seeing her biting her lip, squeezing her eyes closed, and then held her still for a moment when he was as deeply into her as he could go.

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    “Ahhhhhhh god, you’re so tight,” he gasped, looking down at her smooth pussy lips wrapped around his shaft. “Oh Darla, it feels so good. I have to fuck you!”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    It was she who began to move, rocking gently on top of him. His eyes widened at the sensation, jammed into that too-narrow fold that somehow was making room for his enormous hardness. She saw his hesitation, and she said something she thought might encourage him, although her face flushed and the words felt too big in her mouth.
    “Fuck me, Daddy!” She wrapped her thin arms around his neck and pressed her little breasts toward his face.
    He turned into an animal then, nipping at her breasts with his lips, thrusting up into her with abandon. Darla was taken aback at first at the violence of his movements, the way it made her teeth jar and her ponytail bounce, but she soon found herself overwhelmed with feeling, the sensation between her legs an achingly sweet cross between pleasure and pain, something beyond comprehension as her daddy’s big cock moved in and out of her tiny sheath, impaling her hairless pussy again and again.
    He was grunting, growling, fucking her harder now, and he hissed, “Ahhh fuck I’m gonna come. God help me, oh, no, yessss, I’m gonna come in my daughter’s pussy! Darla! Fuck!”

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    She held him tightly, arching her back, and she saw a splash of headlights on the ceiling above. She knew instinctively it was her mother’s car. Her heart lurched.
    “Oh Daddy, hurry, I don’t want mommy to catch us!” she urged, and he arched up to meet her with a yell, coming hard, his body convulsing. Her tiny cunt simply couldn’t hold it, and it seeped back out of her immediately, pooling on his lower belly and running down his scrotum.
    She jumped off him quickly, tugging her skirt and shirt down. “Daddy, hurry! Mommy’s home!”
    His startled look was almost comical, his cock and balls bunched up over his zipper. She could see what had impaled her still pulsing in a wet nest of black hair. He tucked everything back in, zipping himself up, and quickly buttoned his long coat.
    “Oh god, oh my god, what have we done?” He sat forward on the couch, putting his head in his hands. Darla heard her mother