“That’s it, sweetheart. Anal sex That while he fought against the pain, refusing to let go of his dead wife‘s ghost, Sarah has come to need him less and less? Daddy’s Love? Tomorrow. She had let her mind wander down that familiar path, fantasizing about what it would feel like to have her father touch her, taste her and fuck her as no other man has ever done. She wanted Daddy. Soft at first, just a sweet brush of his lips, father’s against daughter‘s. Michael quickly slithered up her body until his hips rested between her thighs. The painful memories that always managed to surface during a time like this left him cold and trembling, and it wasn’t due to the temperature. Absolutely not! Michael shook uncontrollably as his spent body pressed Sarah into the mattress. As he gently probed her vaginal walls, slowly moving his finger in and out of her, Sarah dug her fingers into his hair and screamed out her pleasure. I’m too close.” he whispered against her lips.
