When he finally came, she was whimpering like a distraught child, but her hips had been meeting every thrust of his c**k in her p***y. He collapsed on her, both exhausted, their stomachs heaving against each other.
You're not supposed to make your daughter whimper like that, he was thinking, like when she was a little girl and you got so mad at her a couple of times for something she shouldn't have done, especially that time when it had been her sister that had been bad. Something she shouldn't have done, something you shouldn't have done -- wrong girl. f**k! Something we both shouldn't be doing! You told them you would try not to have any misgivings. Like f**k, you have them!
He felt her taking a deeper breath, moaning, then another one, and she murmured:
"Oh Pops, that was so good!
