Cangdian clings to her father, panting and whimpers all the sounds that she
could make at this point. She's going to be sore for a while after this but
she welcomes it. Nothing has felt so good as this cock fucking her and the
way he spills his seed inside of her. She doesn't loosen her grip even
after he's done, but her hips do wiggle.
"Baba, it's too sensitive now," she pants, trying to urge him to pull out,
so she can just curl up to him, be held close.
He shouldn't get used to this. Wanyin pulls away and flops down on his side, drawing his daughter close up against his side. The sweat still lingers along with all the other fluids, arms circled around her as he presses a soft kiss to her temple, drawing his fingers after to smooth her hair back.
Cangdian doesn't see a reason not to get used to it. Maybe it's wrong but plenty of things are wrong that people do all the time and this ... this doesn't hurt anyone at all. It's the business of no one else. She's sticky and exhausted as she curls into Wanyin. Her hand resting on his chest as he kisses her temple and his fingers move over her hair.
His response is a soft sigh and a gentle pull closer to him. He should tell her to go. But he says nothing instead. If he says nothing, he doesn't have to tell her to go, but he can't tell her to stay, either.
"Go to sleep," he finally decides upon, still petting her hair as he closes his eyes.
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Cangdian clings to her father, panting and whimpers all the sounds that she could make at this point. She's going to be sore for a while after this but she welcomes it. Nothing has felt so good as this cock fucking her and the way he spills his seed inside of her. She doesn't loosen her grip even after he's done, but her hips do wiggle.
"Baba, it's too sensitive now," she pants, trying to urge him to pull out, so she can just curl up to him, be held close.
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"Don't make me go," she murmurs.
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"Go to sleep," he finally decides upon, still petting her hair as he closes his eyes.