Gaped by Dad On a Road Trip
T. A. BEAU
Gaped by Dad On a Road Trip
By T. A. BEAU
Description: On a road trip back home from a family reunion, Marie finally gets to have her father again. It's been two months of teasing after they first crossed the boundary. She's on the brink of insanity. If she doesn't get his cock in her, she's sure to go mad with need. She has to make it happen, get his milk deep in her womb, before they return home. A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story.
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Published: 2024-09-24
Size: ≈ 5,039 Words
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AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU
TITLE: Gaped by Dad On a Road Trip
SUBTITLE: A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story.
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WORD COUNT: 5000 words
Dear diary,
I can’t stop thinking about last week when he bent me over and fucked me on the kitchen island. I didn’t expect that, really. We’d been joshing around, rough housing like we usually do. Breathing hard. Heaving bodies. He was towering over me, his flexed muscles wrapped around me. Washboard abs firm against my back ... I’d felt so small in his arms. I’m not sure what I was doing baiting him like that. Maybe something deep within me wanted some attention that day ... craved it.
And boy did I get it.