Preacher s Sinful DaughterChapter 2 Sinning on Her Knees
“That’s it, whore,” Daddy grunted as he rammed his cock into me from behind after bending me over the dining room table. Through the swinging door that connected this room to the kitchen, I could hear my mom humming as she worked on breakfast, oblivious to the naughty acts her husband, my preacher father, performed on my sixteen-year-old body. “Daddy,” I squealed, bucking back into his thrusts. “What are you doing?” When I set the table for breakfast, I hadn’t expected Daddy to come up...