dad who lays behind me with his arms holding me still, keeping my legs up flat against my chest while a line of big, scary men take turns raping my cunnie. dad who kisses the sides of my face and whispers soothing words, calling his brave girl, his perfect daughter, how good i'm doing, that it'll be over soon. but the line doesn't seem to ever get shorter, and every time i whimper and sob that it hurts i can feel dad's cock throbbing against my back. dad who comforts me and makes me feel safe while the men he invited rape me full of cum for hours and hours

















