No joke, Salome changed her mind sixteen times when trying to decided if she wanted to meet her birth mom. It wasn't that she was scared but there was a real thought and fear that she would just lose it in the middle of the conversation and she didn't want to lose it. Her father would get upset at Amanda and it wasn't this woman's fault that
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She wants him to grip his fingers into her and leave her covered in his marks. "Foul, foul, deviant. Fucking his daughter in some motel room. This is what you love, and how disgusting, what did you think, daddy, 'for my daughters birthday I should take her away so she can sit on my cock all night and scream?'" Hopefully, because this is probably her most favorite birthday ever. He continues to work her and she continues to groan into those soiled sheets her forehead ( ... )
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She feels so fucking good. All she can do is lay there and let her body twitch and squeeze under him, trembling with those delightful aftershocks that she gets after he makes her come. So much better then when she does it to herself. It's just more powerful with him, more long lasting.
"Mmmmm I did come on to you," and he was so fucking easy, her father, the little slut. "I love it when we have daddy time."
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She drapes herself over his chest. Blond and tan skin, long limbs, wrapping around him and pressing her face against him, breathing in his sex scent. Fuck, she loves him, she loves this easy feeling that they have together, especially afterwards.
"Let's not go back," she slurs her words, sex drunk and sleepy. "We can spend the rest of our lives out here, somewhere else, fucking. Fucking in each state. That would be awesome."
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He chuckles, squeezing her tight. "I've had that same thought," he says, his words murmured, "but I'm afraid it's unrealistic, darling...your mother would be displeased. Delilah, too, she'd be furious. Not to mention all our stuff is back in Ohio. Money and everything. And school for you." Richard laughs softly, burying his nose in her hair. "But what a nice thought it would be. Moving from hotel to hotel. Humbert and Lolita, two anonymous people among a sea of them. A man and his glorious little daughter."
He nuzzles against her, his face getting lost in the tangle of that blonde mane. "Besides. Better to enjoy the moment while you have it than try to extend it past its due."
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"Just a little while," her voice is softer, her fingers curling and uncurling through the soft hairs on his chest. Yeah, no, this is heaven and there is no need for logic or anything else in heaven. Just them and room service, wouldn't that be so, so nice? So very nice.
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Though the idea is tempting. Sorely tempting. Ill-thought-out plans always have a bad habit of appealing to him. He can see it, traveling from coast to coast, hustling dope for gas money or robbing stores, maybe. Fucking like rabbits all the while. Wouldn't that be lovely.
"Maybe once you've graduated," he murmurs, laughing quietly.
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"It's so fucked up, it would be awesome."
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No, better to keep his tired eyes shut and kiss her blindly, and tell her, "We'll see, we'll see, it would be beautiful but unwise, but maybe it'll happen, yet. You never know what the future will bring, now do you."
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