From her daughter's performance just now, Blanche knew she had completely fallen, and truth be told, even she couldn't resist that exquisite pleasure.
That kind of bliss, few men could truly provide. The tenderness after the act was almost a mythically rare luxury.
"Godfather, you're going too deep~..."
"Sweetie, I'll go lighter then."
"In a bit, go deeper, right now this feels so good~..."
"Alright, baby. You tell your man whatever feels best, okay~..."
"You're Mommy's husband, and my godfather~..."
"Later, I'm going to play with your mommy too~!"
Her daughter's slender, pink little legs wrapped around the man's waist, so tender and intimate.
Blanche's mind went blank. Watching the adulterer tangled with her own daughter on the bed, a strange feeling washed over her, almost tinged with jealousy.
Clever as she was, she could already imagine how outrageous the night would be. She'd drunk quite a bit beforehand, trying to numb herself.
