“I…I think I'm feeling sick.” I blurted out the lie, “I might throw up!”
I got up from my seat and ran up the stairs. I had barely even reached my room when I realized that Dad had come after me. He took me in his arms, with a groan, groping my ass and burying his face in my cleavage.
“That was a good excuse, Sandra.” His lips skimmed up my neck, biting slowly, “Now I'm going to reward you good and hard.”
He grabbed my face and pressed his lips against, hungrily kissing me. His tongue plunged into my mouth, hard, pushing me backwards until I fell into the bed. He climbed over me, caging me with his body and rolling his c**k against me. There were so many foreign sensations at once, but I basked in his strength, and in his passion, letting it sweep me away.
Until I came back to my sense
