Inc. Love

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Bam! Bam! Bam!

The bed post hit the wall repeatedly every second, the sheets on the bed tangled yet we're slipping off with each hard bang their sweat covered bodies moving fast and hard, releasing too many different sounds to be counted."

Daddy!!! P-please!!" She moaned.

She was pulled closer and then he began to move even faster into her dripping hole that had been crying for his big cock when he wouldn't stop being a tease and now, she was dripping in pleasure as she clenched greedily around him, although Miley wished her greedy hole wouldn't.

That father cock loving part of her was encouraging him to continue his torture, that, at the moment, was sucking his cock deep, soaking and clenching greedily around the cock that created her.

"D-daddy!! N-no more!" She moaned as he started moving faster, deeper and rougher inside me, how was that possible for two hours, without break, he had done nothing but tease her, Fridays.

He always teased her late from the second the sun began to set without taking breaks so that just made Fridays the days she tried to avoid her dad like studies she had been doing good. She had avoided him every Friday until it was late into the Sundays for a sold five months.

Yet this time when she came into their apartment there was no avoiding or running away from him, he usually didn't get home early from work and when he was she could still hide in her room, and it wouldn't matter if she starved, he would feed her on Sunday, treat her like his beautiful little angel, like a baby, his beautiful baby girl...

Only if she stayed out of the time limit for the ritual but this time, she had trapped herself barely having walked into her room she passed out.

She had been preparing to starve by not eating from two days before now. It had been an experiment. A stupid one... Wait. A VERY stupid experiment she hadn't fully acknowledged that today was the day she would need all her energy if she had to stay home but waking up on her dad's bed, hands locked above her head to his bed post by fluffy black cuffs to prevent her skin from getting bruised, she realized her stupidity.

Some people would immediately start to panic before sooner or later pleading to be released if they were in such a situation, but Miley had instantly began pleading before she even looked down to see who it was the only reason she avoided her father on Fridays was because every Friday was the beginning of worship It was different from when they prayed.

When they prayed it was a gentle love of their bodies that connected and relished the feelings of each other's body and soul but worship was different. It was a period of time to be thankful to God for giving her dad his daughter for blessing him with his beautiful baby girl by worshipping her, her physical body.

It was a male custom. Sons worshipped their mothers and father's worshipped their daughters the ritual was sweet and loving as it began in the late evening on Fridays and went to Saturdays yet intense on Sundays because Sundays the men chose whatever type of way to worship their women, it was still the worship ritual procedure though.

The women they were blessed to have created was the ritual for the fathers and the women who had created them, keeping them strong and healthy was the ritual for the sons it was an intense ritual that some women tried to hide from it was a male ritual, so it also meant the louder the woman's moans and more expressive she was and the more pleas she released.

The greater the worship was thought to be because it only meant the men were worshipping them strongly, proudly, loving with all their mind, body and soul to the point it was known over the centuries that some women barely made it through the worships of their male before fainting a terrifying two day ritual that happened every week, it wasn't a once a month thing or a once in a year thing, it was a weekly two day ritual that women couldn't be blamed from hiding or running from, sometimes.

The only rule was... To worship.

It was the only time Miley became a ghost to even her friends that she stayed with she was there, and she existed but there was no way you were going to find her, not a tiny chance it wasn't that she was afraid of her dad's cock, it was actually contrary to that. She loved her dad's big, long, thick, amazing black cock but if it was any other time.

She could take breaks, a moment to calm down but the ritual didn't allow that in the worship ritual if a woman got a moment's break, it was believed that the men didn't appreciate them to give their women a break was like a man saying he didn't appreciate her, wasn't thankful to the Almighty for her in his life.

For five solid months she took no chance on Fridays, it was too risky, it was too scary, and if she had already missed Saturdays, then she would faint just by seeing her father's face at all on a Sunday she wouldn't be able to take what he'd to do her, an intense fusion of the sweet worship on the first half of the ritual and the personal loving worship on the Sunday.