Dear Daddy,
I know I've been a bad girl lately, sleeping around with boys from college and I know you can hear upstairs as they slam into me in your sweet little girl's childhood bedroom. The truth is though I've been just releasing my desires for you through draining their balls. They don't compare to your patriarchal testicles, dad.
Your cock is so incredibly beautiful daddy. I've been watching you in the shower. Its head glistens with cock sweat, a scent that gets into my brain and makes me lose control. Your cock scent fucks my brain daddy, you penetrate my fucking brains with that cock. How does your daughter's little brain cunt feel daddy, bent to your every will and desire, like a fucking pound of flesh to cum in, your little girl with her little cock showering in your semen, her nipples growing by the day, and her little clit hanging down endlessly aroused and spasming by the cyclical rhythm of your daily expulsions of cum, your cock exploding in her tiny little ass hole and quivering ass flesh, and then your balls slowly regenerating from loose sacks of empty wrinkled skin that I would tickle with my tongue and drape across my face for you, to tighter and colder masses of fatherly lust that I would shape with my palm and try to take in my mouth, to coax the cum closer to my still gaping daughter fuck hole.
I'm already prepared for you daddy. I sometimes give you a bitchy look like I know better than my father what's better for me, but secretly my little pink hole has been prepped in my bedroom for you happening upon it, and I walk a little spread legged so that you can catch a whiff of your daughter's little shit hole wandering through the house. Deep down, in my belly, I know you know what is best for my little slut body.