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"DADDY" I whisper
Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: cinap51, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing opening in my depths, an acceptance of his seed. "STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE," Daddy moaned as the last liquid spasm of his cock filled me. I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy's body, unable to resist the urge to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat. "Jesus baby, gently," Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tightened sack and balls, all the while trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth. As I gulped him in he twirled me around and seconds later felt his tongue on my distended gash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his soft lips instantly restarting the liquid oozing, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to my inevitable orgasm. I thought I'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six inches of Daddy but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock. I was shouting ... incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. "Jesus Daddy," I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his body and kissed him. I could taste my cunt as our tongues met, as he licked some of his sperm from deep within my mouth. We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by side, the silence of the night broken only by our rasping breathing. "I didn't know, Jesus," I finally gasped, "Is it always like that Daddy?" "Oh sweetie, it's never been like that before, never, never, never," he laughed exultingly as he turned and pulled me to him. "You mean I was okay Daddy," I asked coyly, knowing that we'd always be together. "Pretty good sweetie," he allowed, "but maybe we better try it again just to make sure." "You mean you can do it agaaaain Daddy?" I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his hard shaft and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his thick pole, pretending I was in control, but knowing I'd be his slave forever. ~~~~~ We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may ...