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Daddy Got Me Drunk And Raped Me


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EDITORE Lot's Cave, Inc.
EAN 9788835852681
CATEGORIA Narrativa erotica
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It's Alysha's eighteenth birthday, and what she really wants is to try things she's never done before. At first, it's just a beer, but then she lets it slip to her father that she invited a boy over to take her virginity... Well, not under his roof!

“Is it true, daddy?” she asked, keeping her eyes fixed on him. “Would it be taking advantage if I really wanted it? Would it be wrong if it felt really good?”

“Ah, fuck,” Henry cursed aloud to himself. His daughter was beautiful and smart, and worst of all, she was stubborn as her mother. He knew once she got something into her head, he would be unable to stop her. He let go of her hands, and she swayed in her seat, even drunker than she was letting on.

“Is it wrong, daddy?” Aly asked again, licking her lips nervously. She blinked slowly and smiled up at him, the perfect picture of innocence and sin.

“Yes, it’s wrong,” Henry said as he cupped the back of her neck, keeping her head tilted up to look at him. He knew he should kiss her forehead and send her to bed again, this time without telling her off. It wasn’t her fault. She was just curious. And she wouldn’t stop until that curiosity was sated.

As he looked down at her, he wondered how wet she was. How turned on. He knew she was old enough to have learned to touch herself by now, make herself come. Henry leaned down, those thoughts clouding his mind as he meant to kiss her forehead, getting lost on the way.

Her lips were soft, so soft and sweet, the alcohol he’d given her still lingering on them. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the storm inside his mind. It wasn’t until she squeaked with surprise and tried to pull away that he held her tighter, forcing the kiss to go deeper until he won the fight. Her hands found his hips again, clawing at them, perfectly placed to feel how hard he was.

He broke the kiss, knowing he couldn’t turn back now, he’d crossed the line. Her lips were already red and swollen from the force of his kiss, it wasn’t going to make them any worse if he used them a little more.
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