Ten days had dragged by in a torturous blur of restraint for both Emily and Harlan. Her exams consumed her—nights hunched over textbooks in her dorm, flashcards scattered like fallen leaves, her mind laser-focused on acing every test as the top student. Harlan respected her drive, keeping their interactions to stolen texts and chaste kisses when he'd drop off coffee at the library. No touches below the belt, no teasing vibrations from hidden toys. But the ache built, a constant hum in her core, leaving her empty and yearning.

Finally, exams wrapped. Emily burst into Harlan's home that evening, her simple cotton frock fluttering around her thighs—light blue, innocent, the hem brushing just above her knees. No panties underneath, of course; she'd learned his preferences. She launched herself at him the moment the door clicked shut, jumping to wrap her arms around his neck, legs hooking his waist. 'Daddy!' she squealed, burying her face in his shoulder. 'You said we'd do it after exams. Please, cum in me. I feel so empty.'