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Brutal Daddy 4-Pack: Hardcore Taboo Erotica Vol.2

Length: 63 pages48 minutes


This collection features the first four stories of the most depraved taboo erotica. The volume includes disgusting fathers, reluctant daughters, and the rough hardcore incest that soon follows. Forced sex, first time virgins, rough anal punishment, and forbidden biological impregnations are just the beginning! Always hard, rough, and unprotected—what more could you want?

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As my father walked out onto the deck, I tried not to think about what was going to happen. My petite body was already responding to his domineering presence, a thin layer of arousal coating the crotch of my panties. The responsiveness of my body was infuriating.

“Look at me when I talk to you!” Daddy demanded.

With a hint of bile rising in my throat, I managed to turn around and look at him. He was drunk, a mess in his inebriated state. My father was also hard, his large cock straining against the crotch of his pants. Already, there was a darkening stain of pre-cum forming. The sight was repulsive, an insult to the fact that I still remained a little girl in his eyes. Nothing seemed off limits with him, not even me.

“That’s better, now show Daddy some appreciation you slutty little brat!”

“Appreciation?” The question left my lips just as my father leaned in close enough for me to smell his stomach churning scent. His lips sought mine, and my hands instinctively pushed against his chest desperate to keep a sense of propriety between us.

Daddy grabbed me by the hair then, pulling my mouth to his. The kiss was crushing, painful in a way I had never realized capable.

As my scalp burned, my father’s tongue forced its way into my mouth. He tasted sour, the scotch lingering on his lips. I squirmed against his broad chest, desperate to pull away. My struggling only seemed to excite my father however, as I soon felt the unmistakable presence of his hard cock straining between my legs.

“You filthy tease! Don’t worry. Daddy’s knows what you need!”

A whimper left my lips then, my father’s taste still lingering in my mouth. His words were terrifying, as his big bulge left little to the imagination. Desperate not to let this happen, I pleaded with him. “Please Daddy, no! Don’t!”

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