"Daddy. Ohhhh god, Daddy. Why do I love this so much?" his beautiful girl sighed over and over.
Max pumped his imposing rod desperately. Victoria's p***y seemed so tight and downright tiny, and he imagined how snugly she would grip his c**k if they f****d. Yet he knew they could never have each other completely. Not the way they obviously both wanted so much. She was his one and only daughter, after all. What kind of man would f**k his own daughter, no matter how much she wanted him? Yet wasn't it because she was his daughter that he saw something more in her than any other girl he'd ever known? Wasn't that why, to him, she was always that much more beautiful? That much sweeter and funnier than any other? She was his daughter, and the whole world changed whenever she walked in the room.
