Taboo whispers: "Yes, Daddy."

As the clock ticks away the late-night hours, a daughter's whispered "yes, daddy" breaks the silence. The incestuous longing stains the air, thick with tension and illicit need. Her hand wanders, tracing the curves of her body, imagining it's his touch, his lips, his cock replacing her fingers. The room is a confessional, her body a sinful offering, and her voice a prayer to the taboo.

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