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“All I ever wanted was to change the world, to make it a better place where the weak wouldn’t be stepped on and enslaved, where freedom was a right instead of a privilege. I pushed myself, I struggled, I suffered, all for that goal, and survival is the best I could accomplish? If I have to focus only on survival, to be grateful just for staying alive, then how am I supposed to change anything? How am I any different from those who do nothing to fix this broken, corrupt reality?”

Daddy slowly started working his way deeper, and it was as incredible as it always was! He took his time, more than he really needed to even, but I think he didn't want Mom to think he was hurting me. That was fine by me. Soon enough I was taking the whole thing anyways, more than nine thick inches of incredible Daddy cock spreading me open, making me shudder and moan! God, Daddy was incredible! And getting to do it right in front of—on top of!—Mommy, made it even better! Already I could feel the pressure mounting inside me, building and building, and I let go with a trembling wail as he made me cum for him, clutching hard to the sides of Mommy's tits, taking her soft, pale flesh into my mouth and biting her—not too hard, but enough to make her gasp loudly as I did it. I tightened my bite just a little bit more, enough to make her whimper cutely until my orgasm faded and I was willing to let her go, kissing her softly better on the marks I'd just left.

“I know that this is all new for you. That last part was new for me too. You made my body feel amazing—better than it ever felt before. Every one of my nerves is still tingling. Please don’t feel bad or guilty—you did exactly what I wanted. I should feel bad for turning you into a…”“…pervert.” I interjected, but smiling now.