Joan.
I was supposed to come here and help Daddy make meals.
That was the only reason I had stepped into this house.
To be a good, helpful daughter-in-law.
To cook, to stock the fridge, to do something nice for my husband’s father while his wife was away.
I was supposed to be proper. Respectable. Innocent.
Instead, I was lying on my back in Noah’s bed with my legs spread obscenely wide, his face buried between my thighs, giving him my dripping p***y to eat like a starving w***e.
And I had never felt more alive.
“Oh f**k, Daddy…” I moaned, my voice breaking as his tongue plunged deep into my cunt again. “I was supposed to be cooking for you… I was supposed to be making you dinner… not spreading my legs like a filthy slut and feeding you my p***y instead…”
Noah groaned loudly agai
