Bred By Daddy 10-Pack Vol 9
These 10 sizzling stories tell the tale of precocious, innocent daughters getting their holes filled with their daddies dominant cocks. Every one of these hand-crafted, hand-picked stories feature all manner of filthy, perverted acts. Acts that would make nearly anyone blush.
There’s something in this pack for everyone!
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- Raped By Daddy & Uncle - At The Same Time!
- Raping My Daughter as Her Mother Beat Me With a Shoe!
- Wait Till Daddy Gets Home!
- Daddy, Thank God You're Here!
- What Do You Want, Daddy? I'll Do Anything!
- Daddy Choked Me 1: So Hard I Nearly Passed Out
- Daddy, You Didn't Pull Out!
- Daddy's Girl
- Revenge Sex 1: Mommy Seethed As She Watched Daddy Knock Me Up
- No, Daddy! Please Don't Rape Me In The Ass!
"No!" Jenna shouted as she bolted for the door. "I'm 18 now and am moving in with my boyfriend. I will NOT be subjected to your stupid, fucking rules anymore."
My haughty, 18-year-old daughter grabbed her bags and had her hand on the door-knob as I came up behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her away.
"You're not going anywhere, bitch!" I slapped her across the face and took great pleasure as tears streamed down her cheeks.
My newly-minted adult daughter was one hell of a hottie. Nearly 6 feet tall, long lustrous blonde hair, sea-green eyes and the prettiest face you've ever seen. But it was her chest that stood out. Even as tall as she was, she had a petite frame, but her breasts belied her body. They jutted out like proud sentinels, exclaiming to the world that they were here.
How I'd longed to see and feel and caress those globes of delight.
"Don't you dare!" Jenna picked up the phone and dialed her mother. "Mom, dad's doing it again! Get over here now!" She practically screamed into the phone.
I stared balefully at my insolent daughter. Yes, I was doing it again. What was "it?"
Not letting her get away with her shit. She'd been sneaking out every night to "visit" her boyfriend. The one she was now supposedly going to move in with. Problem was, I had taken the liberty of checking this guy out. First, he didn't have a home for her to move in to, secondly, he was a fucking drug dealer.
My Jenna was not going to get herself knocked up by some drug-addled loser.
"Room." I said simply, pointing to her bedroom.
She stuck out her tongue. "Mom's on her way and you can't make me."
Anger and rage boiled inside me. Her mother was just as much of a filthy whore as she was. No, this was the last time my daughter disobeyed me.
I marched over to her, grabbed the phone from her shocked grasp and spiked it right into the floor, shattering it into a million pieces.