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Daddy's footsteps echo softly in the hall, but you're too focused on your own pleasure to notice. You're alone, or so you thought, until you hear him through the door. He's listening, his breath heavy with anticipation. You're caught, masturbating to the thought of him, your cock rock hard in your hand. Daddy's ear is pressed against the door, taking in every sound, every gasp. He's not leaving, not until he's had his fill, and neither are you.