If Chloe's Mom could see them now. Her own daughter, dressed up in her clothes, her make-up, with David. The pair had f****d in every room in the house. They had been f*****g ever since Chloe became eighteen. Every time Chloe's mother would go away, on business trips, the remaining father-daughter pair would f**k each other like a pair of wild animals. While she was sleeping in mid-range hotel beds, Chloe and David were f*****g in the master bed at home. They would clean up every time before Chloe's mother came home. The woman had no idea how many times her husband had c*m inside their own daughter, she had no idea how good Chloe made her Daddy feel. How much better of a f**k she was.
"Have I ever thanked you for everything you've done for me?" Chloe asked, pulling away to look her father
