The hallway was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the sliver of moon peeking through the window. The father, on his way to the bathroom, felt the weight of the late hour on his shoulders. As he passed his daughter's room, he caught a glimpse of her bare legs in the moonlight. His heart skipped a beat, and he told himself he shouldn't look, but he couldn't help but be drawn to her sleeping form.
He approached her bed, his cock already hard in his pants. He kneeled down beside her, taking in the sight of her naked lower half. He ran his tongue over her clit, unable to resist the temptation. He stroked his cock as he continued to taste her, knowing he'd gone too far but unable to stop.
He looked at her face, still peaceful in sleep, as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He licked her up and down, the taste driving him wild. He thought to himself that he shouldn't be doing this, but the feel of her skin against his tongue was too much to resist. He continued to lick and suck, his cock leaking pre-cum.
"Dad, what are you doing?" his daughter suddenly said, her eyes wide open.
He looked up at her, startled. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've been wanting this for a long time."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
She nodded. "Yes. I've always thought you were so handsome."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But you're my daughter..."
"I know," she said, her voice husky with desire. "But that doesn't change the way I feel about you."
He looked at her, his mind racing. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt for her. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned, running her hands through his hair.
He broke the kiss, looking down at her. "Are you sure about this?"
She nodded. "Yes. I want you, Dad."
He didn't need any more encouragement. He brought her to climax, his own release following close behind. As they lay there, panting and spent, he knew he'd regret this in the morning, but for now he couldn't bring himself to care.
"I love you, Dad," she whispered, her head resting on his chest.
He kissed the top of her head, his heart heavy with guilt. "I love you too, sweetheart."
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
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