Dora finds herself in a heated and explicit
moment with her adopted father,
struggling between resistance and desire.
His touch and words ignite a fire within
her, leading to an intense and passionate
encounter.
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I stood there, frozen, as his breath ghosted across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand, rough yet gentle, cupped my breast, squeezing it possessively.
I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass, a stark
reminder of his desire. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.
"Stop it," I whispered, my voice barely audible, even to my ears. But I knew, deep down, that I didn't want him to stop. Not really.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against my skin. "Do you like that, Dora?" he
