Oh, Daddy / Daughter phone sex

I snuck into my daddy’s room for some Daddy / Daughter phone sex with a smile on my lips and an eager shine in my eyes. I had mischief in my heart, but mostly I had cunt lips down below trying to drip at just how horny my idea had made me. I slipped into his bed, took in his mature muscled frame, and went deep. Daddy woke up not to his little girl riding or jerking him off – no that’d be too easy – but to his little girl slurping his balls. “Faauu-hi.” He groaned, looking down at me after a few seconds of blinking blurry eyes. “Morning.” I didn’t answer him, I was too busy sucking, and when it was clear he was awake to appreciate my skillful tongue bath I sucked them into my mouth to tease and lather with every ounce of horny capability this slutty whore mouth had gained over the years from Daddys girl phone sex. It wasn’t until his groans and needy hard daddy prick got too big against my face that I let him go with a wet ‘pop’ and throaty moan. “Tasty as always daddy.” I teased him, before lifting my head up, to suck up his tip and go right back down his cock one bobbing lick at a time. I’m not a patient girl, never have been, especially not for some Incest sex, I wasn’t about to let him hold me off while he got his bearings. I wanted his cock deep in my mouth squeezed between my cheeks and I wanted it right then, not in ten minutes. I ignored his groany protest, ignored the hand on my head urging me to slow down, and I milked him hard into my lips until I started feeling him twitch and throb and overflow millions upon millions of my little sisters and brothers onto my tongue for me to swallow up as a pre-breakfast meal, or at least a pre Kinky phone sex meal.

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