VERY lightly implied; i’m just your daughter who lives at home. You come home from work saying you had a very stressful day because you were stressed at work AND thinking about how you wanted to come home and fuck your daughter. You are absolutely torn on whether or not you should be enjoying your daughter like this. I I know exactly what my daddy needs though… the hair of the dog. You *have* to play with me don’t you daddy? its the only way you’re going to feel normal, is if you ease those worried thoughts with more of me. I tease you for thinking about me in ways that you probably shouldn’t be while I strip out of my cozy clothes down to my undies. The wet spot on my undies drives you crazy… was I thinking about my dad all day long too??? maybe