And there, within the confines of Kim’s bedroom, James fucked his daughter from behind. Each thrust sent her cheerleading skirt flapping back and forth, and each thrust pierced her down to the core of her cunt. While her belly continued to flop in and out with each of her father’s pushes Kim could only barely manage to hold on, bracing herself on hands and knees while heat and arousal crossed over her. She knew the depravity of what they were doing, knew the things that people at school would think if they knew, and yet she couldn’t turn away from her family. She couldn’t leave her father desperate.
She couldn’t...she couldn’t stop getting fucked, even if she wanted to. And in the moment...she didn’t want to.
As shameful as it was, Kim Possible was struck with orgasm after orgasm as her father violently fucked her. Every time he slapped her ass so hard that it left a red mark she could feel a new one quelling inside of her, and the first time she squirted in her bedroom she made sure to pay attention. The shivering in her thighs, the goosebumps rising on her arms, she could only barely fathom such thrilling pleasure as her pussy shivered and released a burst of nectar. The bed underneath her soon became soaked from her squirting, and James kept fucking her without a second’s pause. Even after her fuckhole was left too sensitive to continue James kept going, and that reckless use of his daughter’s hole simply drove her deeper and deeper into it. Her head was swimming, her tongue tangled and tied around her little cute panties, and she was resigned to her fate to be daddy’s little fuckdoll, there to be used for his relief while her mother was too worried to get him off.