The Story of Desire in daddy daughter breeding

The elevator climbs fifty floors in daddy daughter breeding, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “daddy daughter breeding” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch daddy daughter breeding,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “daddy daughter breeding… daddy daughter breeding… higher daddy daughter breeding.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “daddy daughter breeding” all the way down.