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She slowly pulls my cock out of her tight hole making a slurping sound as it comes out. She goes to the bathroom wipes my finally deflating cock off of our mixed juices. I watch as she closes the door and head back to her room. The next morning I go out and make us breakfast still half groggy from the lack of sleep last night. I figured that I would let my daughter sleep while I got her food ready. I go to her room and shes sleeping with a look of content on her face. I sit on the edge of the bed, rub her shoulder, while calling her name. She moves from her side to her back, stretching her arms up, pulling her shirt up, letting me see her almost bald pussy. I can see the stains on the sheets where our mixed juices ran out of her pussy onto them. (MAN! I must have really filled her up last night!) I look at her and say; " Come on sweety. I got breakfast ready." She looks up at me, leans up and puts her arms around me and says; " Good morning daddy. Did you sleep good?" I said; " Yes.

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