Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Fantasy

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

“But he’s not invincible. Stay back, Sophie. Protect the girls. Watch for openings.” Darius’s smirk returned as he gestured toward the scattered papers. “Curiosity… greed… desperation. All human traits. Your father had them. And so do you.” He moved closer, and my stomach sank. “What does he want from us?” I whispered, voice trembling. Lucian caught my hand, grounding me. “Not just from us… from your father’s past. He wants something Dad protected. Something powerful. And he believes you have the key.” Darius suddenly lunged again, faster this time, aiming to grab one of the envelopes containing my father’s most sensitive documents. Lucian intercepted, and the struggle became a blur of motio

"So, we need to stop seeing each other, right? That's what this means?" "Not really," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes were full of a pain that matched mine. "I will always be here for you if you need me. As a friend." "But that is not what I want!" The words burst out of me. "All I want is to be close to you. To love you. To be with you. Not as a friend." "I want that as much as you do, Leo," she whispered. "But Maya. What is the point of having a company, a life, if my own daughter hates me? Please, try to put yourself in my shoes."

“I’m so wet for you already. Just from thinking about your hands.” She added a second finger, pumping gently, eyes locked on his photo. “I bet your cock’s thick… bet it stretches me so good. Fuck, Derek, I want you to catch me like this. Walk in and see your girlfriend’s daughter fucking herself on your bed.” Her free hand pinched a nipple hard, back arching. “Yes… just like that… use me while Mom’s gone…” The fantasy built fast. She rubbed faster, thighs trembling. “Please… come home… find me… make me squirt all over her sheets…”

I kept imaging that I was the daughter's best friend in my fantasy while I played with myself. Suddenly, my dad popped into my thoughts, which surprisingly made the pleasure spike in my pussy so hard and so fast that I cried out. I could feel an orgasm churning in my pelvis. It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge. Sliding my other hand between my legs, I straightened two fingers and worked my way toward my opening. Rubbing my clit even faster, I started to insert my double finger prod inside myself. Just then, the entire fantasy became confusing. I was pretending to be the daughter's friend, true. But it was also my own father who was about to impale me. To stick his cock into me. Wi

Mom was gone. For three whole days, it was just me and Daddy, all alone in the house. I could every fantasy I’d ever had finally within reach. But God, it was so wrong. He was my real father, the man who’d raised me, and here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to teach me math. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter fingers herself for years, pretending it was him?

“So, are you going to tell me who your fantasy lover is? Is it someone I know? Hmm? What’s she like? It is a she, I hope. You haven’t gone gay on me, have you?" Well, my Dad certainly wasn’t pulling any punches, I thought. He’d come right out with his confession, and I was both proud of him, and a little intimidated at the same time. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?” my Dad softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have

I replied, and then placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She was still beaming with excitement, but I knew it was time to excuse her so she could attend to her friend, Andrew and Laura. Andrew greeted me lovely, but I just wasn’t open to him. And it was because of Laura. I can’t even imagine my daughter being the one trying to get her best friend in with a man. Can’t blame her though? There’s no way she could have imagined her dad being attracted to her best friend. I went back to work, but about twenty minutes later, I got bored and decided to enjoy fresh air.