I immediately follow suit, slumping over her bare back while my hands are still gripping her waist and my c.o.c.k is still buying itself deep into her a.n.a.l pa.s.sageway.

Sadly, I didn't do it quickly enough, so the venom manages to spurt out of her tight a.s.shole, streaming down her soaking nether lips and dripping to the floor.

Some of it even manages to take a slide down her muscular thighs.

And despite getting f.u.c.ked in the a.s.s and receiving a nice creamy load in her tight r.e.c.t.u.m, my daughter obvious o.r.g.a.s.ms in blissful pleasure as demonstrated by her soaking wetness.

No matter how sinful my b.i.t.c.h of a wife says it is, it is just not possible to fight against biology.

G.o.d makes my daughter perfect the way she is. The way that every daughter should be when they are f.u.c.ked by their daddy. Hah!

As my daughter has never o.r.g.a.s.med before, she is unsure of what it is exactly, but the sensation feels incredible enough for her mind to go completely blank.

She didn't care for anything or think about anything at the moment.

All she wants is for her daddy, that is me, to continue pounding her tight a.s.s, which I certainly did.

My hips continue to buckle while my b.a.l.l.s continue to pump, shooting pretty much everything within me straight into her a.s.s, where it is hot and wet and very tight.

"So very tight. So very tight."

I chant feverishly and hump my daughter almost hypnotically for minutes on end.

Honestly, if I knew how good it feels to f.u.c.k someone in the a.s.s, I would have done so a long time ago, way before I was dead. Well. It is never too late to do so. Hah!

"D-daddy…?"

My daughter moans, feeling my hard c.o.c.k sliding in and out of her a.s.s, coating her inside with steamy s.p.u.n.k again and again.

"Nothing to worry about, sweetie. Daddy is just opening your a.s.s with his c.o.c.k. Daddy is just spreading it wide. Your lovely a.s.s."

I response and continue to f.u.c.k my daughter a.n.a.lly without a single care.

"Yes, daddy, I know that, and I am glad that you are helping me with this, but you're really heavy."

My daughter tells me, finally feeling my weight crus.h.i.+ng against her back, squas.h.i.+ng her chest against the kitchen table as my c.o.c.k continues to spear her a.s.s.

I am a huge guy, not to mention fat.

Hey. It couldn't be helped. I will hit the gym when I am dead. Hah!

Hearing her plight, I blink and straighten myself so quickly that I trip backwards and land into the chair sitting behind me. And in doing so, my c.o.c.k is also being forcefully pulled out from the heavenly palace in the process, and it wasn't too happy about that.

Nevertheless, I was lucky enough that the chair is situated behind me, or I would have landed onto my bare a.s.s quite painfully.

With my still erected c.o.c.k bobbing quite angrily, I look at the lovely work that I had accomplished right in front of my eyes.

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Unholy f.u.c.k!

What a lovely daughter Mary has been.

Aside form her pretty b.u.t.tocks filling my vision, her a.n.u.s is so stretched and filled with my s.p.u.n.k that it does take a moment for it to finally contract, closing while that creamy filling continues to leak out, running down to her wet p.u.s.s.y.

f.u.c.k!

That is quite a sight.

As a matter of fact, without my hard c.o.c.k acting as a b.u.t.t plug of sort, a huge amount of s.p.u.n.k erupts out of that spread a.s.shole of hers when she tries to get up from the kitchen table.

That isn't going to happen, and I am not nearly done with that a.s.s of hers.

I am done when my daughter is unable to sit down for the rest of the evening and night. Hah!

Alright. That sounds kind of evil, but whatever.

I choose my perversion over her own wellbeing.

"Wait, sweetie! Don't get up ye tor you will waste all that effort!"

I call out hastily and jerk up from the seat.

One of my hands immediately grab her rear, right between her crack. Fingers taking advantage within an instant, drilling into her soaking p.u.s.s.y in the process. The other hand presses against her bare back and pushes her down against the table.

My daughter yelps in surprise.

"Daddy, your fingers are in my female area!"

She calls out. Her mother did say that no one is allowed to touch that part except her.

"Ah. I'm sorry, sweetie. I touch it on accident. I just want to stop you from getting up, sweetie. And if I didn't, it would be a total waste of time and effort."

I explain myself while sliding my fingers up and down her c.u.n.t, making her gasps.

"Oh. I'm sorry, daddy. I will remain still but can you. Uh. Can you remove your fingers from my female area?"

My daughter requests, now laying completely still on the table with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s squashed.

"Sorry, sweetie. I can't at the moment, because if I do, the venom will leak out. Please hold on while I check how much have been leaked."

I response and remove my hand from her back so I could move behind her to have a good look at her a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y.

I did it very slowly, so I can continue to rube her p.u.s.s.y, getting my cream all over that pink lips of hers.

"Oh no, sweetie."

I utter in fright.

"What, daddy? What is it!?"

My daughter calls out in alarm. She tries to c.o.c.k her head around to have a look at me, but it just isn't possible with her current position, pressing against the kitchen table with her leads spread to present her c.u.m-filled a.s.s and lovely p.u.s.s.y.

"It's… it's…"

I utter weakly before taking a pause and a deep breath for effect.

What did my daughter call her p.u.s.s.y again? It isn't called a v.a.g.i.n.a. She doesn't know what a v.a.g.i.n.a is, only that it should never come into contact with my c.o.c.k or she would get pregnant.

Heh. Funny, but good job, b.i.t.c.h.

Anyway, I think my daughter calls her p.u.s.s.y her female area.

Why didn't b.i.t.c.h just calls it for what it is?

"What is it, daddy? Please tell me! Please!"

My daughter calls out.

Her fear is rising, and I let it peaks for a moment before continuing.

"Some of the venoms got to your female area, sweetie. Because the venom comes from your tighta.s.s, I fear that it might get infected with tightness."

I response while trying to keep a straight face despite my daughter unable to see me at the moment.

Of course, I have to set up a way to claim my daughter's p.u.s.s.y. It is actually mine by right. I create her many years ago, so it is only natural that she belongs to me.

That is f.u.c.ked up, but meh. Tell your morality to someone who cares.

"No. No, daddy. Is my female area okay!?"

My daughter calls out, comprehending the underlying cause of tighta.s.s is tightness, and that it is contagious.

She is about to get up from the table.

"Please stay still, sweetie. You are making this worse. I am unsure if it is really infected with tightness or not, sweetie, but I will have to check to make to make sure. Ah. Because no one can touch this area without your permission, so can I check your female area, sweetie?"

I request. Although b.i.t.c.h didn't say that my daughter can give permission to others, it does make sense since it is her female area.

"Yes, daddy. Please check my female area if it is infected."

My daughter pleads. She has no idea what is happening. Everything is so simple before when she only needs to get rid of her tighta.s.s. Now she fears that her female area is infected with tightness.

"Please calm down, sweetie. Everything will be fine as long as daddy is here. Now, please listen to me. I will have to use my fingers, sweetie. I will have to spread your female area to see if it is infected with tightness."

I take a deep breath, trying not to burst out laughing.

"And if it is infected with tightness, I will have to cure it as well, just like your a.s.s. I will have to put my c.o.c.k into your female area, sweetie. Do you understand, sweetie?"

I question, as my heart beats rapidly.

"Yes, daddy. Please spread my female area –"

My daughter responses.

"p.u.s.s.y. It is called a p.u.s.s.y, sweetie. Like my p.e.n.i.s, your female area also has many names, and I prefer it if you called it a p.u.s.s.y, sweetie."

I point out. The whole female area sounds stupid, as stupid as my b.i.t.c.h of a wife. I also make sure that my daughter knows more words in relation to her p.u.s.s.y, such as c.u.n.t and s.n.a.t.c.h.

"O-okay, daddy. Please."

My daughter replies in understanding.

It isn't really that hard to understand in her mind, especially when I explain it so clearly. Of course, to make sure that her mother never finds out, she still has to refer that as her female area.

"Please what, sweetie?"

I play dumb.

What? I get a kick out of hearing my daughter asking me to finger and plough her c.u.n.t.

"Please spread my p.u.s.s.y with your finger, daddy."

Eureka! Hah!

"It calls fingering, sweetie. Say it again."

I correct.

"Please finger my p.u.s.s.y, daddy?"

My daughter paraphrases.

"Sure thing, sweetie. Just stay still on the table, okay. You must not get up or you going to spill more venom onto your c.u.n.t, causing further infection."

I warn my daughter while pondering whether I should use that b.u.t.t plug or not. Nah. It should be fine to leave it for later.

And without further ado, I use my thumbs to spread my daughter's nether lips to have a good look at what truly lies beyond.

It is a mesmerizing shade of pink.

Now, I just need to figure out a way to make her say: "please f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y, daddy."

It isn't going to be that hard.

The hard part is not to break her tight c.u.n.t with my huge c.o.c.k. Hah!