Her daddy's strong, calloused hands caressed her smooth, youthful skin, tracing the curves of her waist before cupping her perky breasts. His thumbs flicked at her sensitive nipples, eliciting a gasp from Kimmy's lips.

He leaned down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining in a dance of lust. Breaking away, he whispered, "You're so beautiful, baby girl," his voice thick with arousal. His hand slid lower, his fingers slipping between her thighs to find her already wet and swollen with need. He teased her clit with a feather-light touch before plunging two digits into her tight, velvety pussy, making her moan into the silence of the night. Kimmy arched her back, her body responding instinctively to the pleasure he so expertly provided. His thumb continued to work her clit in delicious circles as he added a third finger, stretching her gently, preparing her for what was to come. Her daddy had always been so considerate, ensuring she was ready and begging for his cock, which was now standing at full attention, ready to claim her once more.

He leaned back to admire his handiwork, the look in his eyes a heady mix of love and desire that sent a shiver down her spine. With a grin, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness enveloping him, inch by inch, until he was fully seated within her. They both groaned in unison as he began to move, setting a pace that was both loving and demanding. This was their secret world, where taboos didn't exist and love knew no limits.

Her daddy's eyes gleamed with excitement as he lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. "Spread your legs wider for me, baby," he growled, his voice a low rumble that made her quiver. Kimmy obeyed, eager to feel his hot tongue on her most intimate parts. He didn't disappoint, diving in with a fervor that made it clear just how much he craved her sweet nectar. His tongue lashed at her clit, swirling and flicking it with expert precision, as his thumbs spread her folds, exposing her to the cool air and the heat of his mouth. "You taste so good, like a fresh peach," he murmured, his voice muffled against her pussy. "I could eat you out all night." His words sent a jolt of arousal through her, and she couldn't help but moan, her body writhing beneath his talented touch. His tongue delved deeper, tracing the length of her slit before delving into her tight, wet entrance, filling her with a sense of fullness that only he could provide.

"You're so tight, so perfect," he groaned, the vibrations from his voice sending ripples of pleasure through her core. "One day, when I decide it's time, I'm going to fill you up with my seed and make you swell with my baby." The thought of it, the ultimate act of love and possession, made her pussy clench around his fingers, which he had begun to pump in and out of her in time with his tongue's movements. Her orgasm built rapidly, a crescendo of pleasure threatening to overtake her as his words painted a vivid picture of their future as a family, bound by more than just blood but also by the love they created in moments like these.

Kimmy's heart raced as she meticulously chopped vegetables for the dinner she had meticulously planned. She had been waiting for this moment all day, wearing her daddy's oversized tee shirt that barely brushed her thighs, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and thrillingly exposed without panties. The scent of garlic and onions filled the kitchen, mingling with the sweet aroma of simmering tomato sauce. She knew how much her daddy loved spaghetti, and she loved to please him. Her bare legs trembled slightly with each step she took around the kitchen, the cool tiles against her skin only heightening the anticipation building within her. The clock ticked closer to the time she knew he would be home from work, and she couldn't help but imagine the look on his face when he saw her standing there, a picture of innocence and desire, ready to serve him both dinner and a sinful dessert.

The anticipation grew thick as the sound of the door creaking open echoed through the house, signaling her daddy's arrival. Kimmy's pulse quickened as she heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen. Without a word, he stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to the tantalizing sight of her barely-covered body and the delicious meal she had prepared. He dropped his briefcase to the floor, his hunger not just for the food apparent. In one swift motion, he picked her up, setting her on the cold kitchen counter. His strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart as he stepped between them. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned down, his hot breath against her bare thighs, as he buried his face in her wet, tight pussy. His tongue danced over her clit, licking and sucking with an insatiable hunger that made her moan. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he groaned, his voice muffled against her. Her hands found his hair, gripping tightly as she bucked her hips, eager to feel more of his mouth on her. The room filled with the sound of her whimpers and his deep, animalistic growls as he devoured her, his tongue delving deep and his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh.

"Daddy," she giggled. "You're supposed to have your dessert after dinner." Kimmy moaned as his tongue circled her clit.

Daddy chuckled against her wetness, his stubble tickling her inner thighs as he pulled away, leaving her panting and needy. "But baby," he said, his eyes gleaming with lust, "the best desserts are the ones you savor before the meal." He kissed a trail up her body, his tongue lingering over her belly button before capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss. His hands roamed her curves, pinching her nipples through the fabric of his shirt. "Let me get a look at that ass," he murmured against her lips, before sliding her off the counter and turning her to face it. He bent her over, the coolness of the counter top sending shivers down her spine as he lifted the shirt to expose her round, perfect ass. His hand cracked against her skin, leaving a red hand print that burned with both pleasure and pain. "After dinner, You're mine, little girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Now, let's get to that spaghetti before it gets cold." He stepped away, leaving her trembling and aching, her legs threatening to give way. The promise of what was to come after dinner had her pussy throbbing, and she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could hold out before begging for the main course of their taboo feast.

Kimmy swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti with a coy smile, the strands of saucy goodness clinging to her luscious lips before she sucked them in. She was fully aware of her father's gaze on her, his eyes dark with lust and hunger that mirrored her own. The dinner table was a silent battleground of unspoken desires, the air thick with the scent of her arousal and the unbearable tension of their forbidden attraction. She had chosen to sit with her legs slightly apart, knowing that the sight of her bare pussy glistening with need was driving him wild. Her heart raced as she felt a trickle of wetness slide down her thigh, her body betraying her innocent facade. She knew the moment he had walked into the kitchen, her wearing one of his shirts and bare lower half, that he would be driven mad. The electricity between them was palpable, and she had decided to embrace it, to explore the darkest corners of their twisted love.

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