Angelica had been attracted to him for forever! She'd grown up hearing him from across the fence, or through the walls of her family house. Martin was his name, and he lived next door. He was married, and had a family, but there was something about him that made her feel something she didn't feel with anyone, or anything else.
She saved herself for him until she was 18 years-old, and that very day she got what she wanted, he couldn't resist of course. Likewise, Angelica made Martin feel something unequivocal, he'd never experienced this before in his life, and he was addicted to her.
Martin had been driving for twenty hours straight, he was dizzy, tired, delirious. But he was still going, he had to get back by morning, because his wife would get suspicious. He couldn't stop until he was holding his little girl in his arms, feeling her warm breath on his neck, her breasts pressed against his naked chest, her silky wetness around his member.