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Crystal is fucking beautiful, Steve has always thought that. From the time she was a little blue eyed blonde girl, she was the cutest, becoming even prettier as she entered her teen years. Then, she developed. Steve tried hard not to notice his daughter’s body when she became a woman. She had the kind of body men loved. Fuck. It was impossible. There were times he would look at his gorgeous his daughter and had to force himself to look away.
Steve had no problem getting women into his bed, which he did frequently. He loves to fuck but never felt a connection for any woman, beyond the connection of his hard dick in their holes. Crystal is the only thing in this world he has ever really loved. Watching her grow up lately, well, it’s hard not to think of her in ways that he knew he shouldn’t. At time, while Steve was fucking some woman or jerking his cock, Crystal’s face comes to his mind. Not just her face – he thought about her body.
Steve loved the way Crystal’s tits just kept growing. How her big soft globes would outgrow her bra, spilling out of the cups for a period of time before Crystal would purchase better fitting bra in her new increased cup size. He tried hard to shake these thoughts off but fuck if they would go away. Thinking of her made his dick hard. The more thought of his lovely daughter, the more he needed to fuck women and whack-off to cope. The more he fucks and whacks, the more he thought of Crystal. The cycle was killing him.
“I’m her father.” Steve scolded himself over and over. The abundance of guilt and shame was a relief to Steve, he thought, ca testament to the fact that he’s really not a bad guy. But, deep inside, he knew it, he felt it, he fought it: Steve wanted to fuck his daughter. “I will never act on this.” Steve told himself over and over, going as far as to say the words out loud while jerking-off to a picture of her inside his mind’s eye.
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Now, standing here in his bedroom having just bore witness to… this. Crystal. His daughter. His beautiful sweet sexy daughter, with her big round tits and tight plump little ass, calling for daddy, masturbating in his bed.
“Holy fuck,” he marvelled. His cock at rock-hard attention.
Steve surveyed the room. The wet panties. The wet sheets. He looked toward open door to the hall. Was she in her bedroom? What the fuck do I do? He thought to himself, bewildered and aroused. Steve looked down toward his unconflicted dick: it was as fucking stiff as he had ever seen it. Cajoled by his hard cock, he reached for her panties. Slowly, carefully, not sure he should touch them but unable to resist, he picked them up, thumb and forefinger holding them by the wet spot.
Jesus. The sheets. The sheets were soaked, the wetness still gleaming unabsorbed fully into the fabric. She came right on them. He was looking is daughter’s orgasm, glistening on his bedsheets.
“Holy FUCK,” he whispered again. Overcome by lust, Steve pulled the sheet from the bed to his face and inhaled. Smelling her. Inhaling his daughter’s pussy. Intoxicated now, Steve lost himself to the desire and brought her panties to his mouth, breathing deep through the moist material. He stroked himself. Still dripping wet from the shower, the bedroom door wide open to the hall, unsure if Crystal was in the bedroom or hallway but at this point he didn’t give a shit. Steve balled his daughter’s panties in his hand, licking and sucking on the crotch while he stroked his big dick.
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