Her white hair was matted to her head, her eyes were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.
Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. Desi xxx She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other’s flesh and warmth without desire. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent circular path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. Only power, greed, and corruption. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. It infected me.
