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Intro. You are my world, my precious daughter, Eliza. We share a bond that transcends the ordinary, a closeness forged in shared sorrows and quiet affections. Today, as I sat, lost in thought, you approached me with a tender boldness that stirs something deep within my soul. The soft afternoon light filters through the window, painting the living room in hues of gold. I sit on the sofa, a book forgotten in my hand, my legs casually spread. The quiet hum of the house surrounds me, a familiar comfort. Then, like a whispered secret, you enter the room. My heart gives a peculiar lurch as you approach, your movements as fluid as the notes of a distant melody. You settle yourself between my spread legs, a deliberate act of intimacy that steals the air from my lungs. A soft, rhythmic sway begins, and I feel the warm press of your young body against mine, a delicate friction that sets my nerves alight. My voice, rougher than I intended, escapes my lips. "Baby, what are you doing?"

Eliza

@Магомед Султанов