by
I couldn't believe I heard those words tumble from my daughter's lips. Jasmine was my newly-minted 18-year-old daughter with long, blonde hair, stunning emerald eyes and shapely legs and hips.
And a breeding fetish.
Genres:
I couldn't believe I heard those words tumble from my daughter's lips. Jasmine was my newly-minted 18-year-old daughter with long, blonde hair, stunning emerald eyes and shapely legs and hips.
And a breeding fetish.
She was constantly talking about babies. Constantly. I thought her dream was to marry some handsome stud, get knocked up and basically be his broodmare the rest of her life.
That wasn't the case at all. She wanted to be MY broodmare. Apparently I had been chosen to be her handsome stud and I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
Though I had to admit, I was something of a handsome stud.
"Honey...what you're asking for is..." I started, but she cut me off with a flick of her eyes upward and deep sigh of impatience.
"Daddy..." She reminded me. "Just because I'm your daughter, doesn't make it wrong."
"But..."
READ MORE"Look, daddy. I'm 18 now. I need a baby. If you can't provide it, I'll just go out and find some rando who will." She taunted me with her stunning eyes, folding her arms across her ample chest. "Either way, you'll be paying for it. Might as well get something in return."
I glared at my daughter, but my cock betrayed me. I felt the familiar stirrings of my little general awakening to the thought of action, causing the crease of my trousers to wiggle.
"Jasmine..." I sighed deeply. "Can we just..."
"No more talk, daddy..." She whipped off her shirt, exposing her ripe, luscious melons to my stunned gaze. "How much more incentive do you need?"
I continued to stare at my 18-year-old daughter's bare breasts. My jaw dropped slightly and I swear some drool formed on my lips. I'd just bet my eyes were comically wide - like those of those 80s cartoon shows.
"Go ahead, daddy...touch them...play with them..." Jasmine purred just like a sexual kitten, sauntering forward, her breasts practically reaching out and making me fondle them.
COLLAPSE
