I love my daughter. They say you'd give your eye for your child, and I wholeheartedly agree. At the same time, the more love I pour into her, the more anxious I feel. It's a feeling akin to fear—that as my daughter grows, the day will come when she no longer accepts me as her father. To soothe this bottomless anxiety, there is a necessary ritual: the act of making my beloved daughter drink my cum (the very essence of myself) every single day.
