Now I was getting fucked by a man, a real man, my own father. We would watch TV and sometimes we would sit on the couch and he would have an arm around me holding me against him with his hand lightly over my breast just barely resting his hand on it and sometimes he would rub my leg with his other hand. Sex hindi Tears kept running down my cheeks because my face and bottom stung from his hitting me but he didn’t care. As he did this he leaned down and kissed me and his tongue was probing into my mouth.
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