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Sarah swallowed; her mouth suddenly dry with nervousness. She was sweating from the strain of holding herself in place, but that sudden slickness gave her an idea. Easing her pressure on the bed her body weight now mostly fell on her father, her breasts crushed against his chest. Pushing forward with her hands her body slipped an inch down her father, and that inch translated to an inch down below. It was more sudden than she intended, her father’s tip pushed fast and hard past her lips and into her dripping pussy. She moaned in ecstasy, unable to hold it in. She could feel him inside her now, stretching her opening and with it, feel the beat of his heart in her most sensitive place. She was on fire.

Her dad laughed, “That’s right, screw ‘em! But I think your friends from volleyball, at least the ones I met, do care about you. Just, sometimes people you care about can do cruel things to you without meaning to.”

Though even if it was a stupid realisation to have after what she was doing, the sight of his thick and mostly flaccid penis pointing right at her face wiped away all her previous thoughts and desires. It was only a few inches away from her face and it was beginning to grow. She knew she shouldn’t stare and that she should run back to her bed, but she was mesmerised. With only her hand rubbing the hair above and her slow and hot breath blowing on it, it steadily stretched forward and up right towards her face.