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Lyra forgot about the big scar on her chest and thought the jig might be up for a moment - it was one hell of an identifying mark, but perhaps this Frank had never seen it before.
She nodded with a serious face. "Daddy knows best."
No, they had no been acqainted in that way. But they were about to be.
With a growl, he pulled down his own panties only long enough to release the Krakenmightiness of his erection with a lusty grin. "Yes, sweetest. Yes, he does."
And he spread her legs, hips canting forward. All the better to impale her with!