Sam stood up and started to ask the girl if she needed anything, but she just rushed to him and threw her arms around his body, hugging him even harder than the last time and squeezing her full t**s against him.
"Oh, Daddy, I love all my birthday presents so much," she said, feeling herself on the verge of crying despite the raging desires coursing through her ripe, young body. "They're just perfect. Every one of them."
Sam hugged her back. "I'm so glad," he said. "I always imagined them reaching you and making you smile because you knew your daddy loves you."
"Daddy, I love you so much," she said, half whimpering. It didn't feel the least bit strange to say this to a man she barely even knew. His being her dad was enough. She felt the connection between them stronger than she ever felt
