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I was hooked on Naomi. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking about her. As wicked as it was to crave my eighteen-year old daughter, and as bad as that made me feel initially, I no longer cared.
The first time I watched her play with herself, I had a burning desire to fuck her.
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I was hooked on Naomi. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking about her. As wicked as it was to crave my eighteen-year old daughter, and as bad as that made me feel initially, I no longer cared.
The first time I watched her play with herself, I had a burning desire to fuck her. Whatever the cost to my marriage — to my standing within the local community, where I’d be forever known the sick daddy who screwed their girl — it didn't matter to me. My cock ached for a hot piece of Naomi’s bald, apple-pie pussy.
The tight, soft folds of her cunt were custom made for my bulging meat. I knew if I ever got the chance to drive balls-deep inside her, she’d have me cumming like a stallion!
READ MOREOn the day I first watched her finger her tender, hairless flower everything changed for me. Although I'd always thought she was a pretty girl — with silky, long blonde hair, smooth and flawless skin, and just the right amount of curves for her small frame — I'd kept my warped fantasies for her in check.
But when I saw her ease her fingers into her glistening pussy on her bed, with me watching like some depraved beast from a crack in her bedroom door, I couldn't ignore my need for her any longer…
I crept up to her room that hot summer's day when she thought I was still at work. With her barely celebrating her eighteenth birthday, I wanted to watch her explore her nubile body. And I wasn't disappointed with what I saw.
Just as she reached a messy orgasm — with her cute little toes curling in rapture as a scream of self-induced passion pushed from her pouty red lips — I came heavy in my hand! I only just managed to stop my thick stream of cum from dripping down on the hallway floor as I marveled at the spectacle of her coming apart at the seams!
For weeks after I spied on her I was left wanting her. And for weeks I tried to ignore my twisted compulsion to join her on her bed and give it to her hard and rough. But I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer…
I had to have her…
And I had an old friend who I was certain would help me get what I wanted…
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