It is so close to her lovely face, and I swear that she could practically smell the alluring scent of s.p.u.n.k within my b.a.l.l.s, threatening to burst right out of the pulsating tip.

So much prec.u.m is already oozing from the top, coating the c.o.c.khead in a slimy layer.

"It is so swollen, daddy. I think some of the venom is already leaking out from the top."

My daughter smiles to herself, absolutely believing that G.o.d would be so proud of her for helping me, her father with this hard and huge problem, especially when she is the direct cause of it.

And I do not mean that it is because of my trouser snake had bitten my c.o.c.k, hence the venom for her to suck out. It is because I am so very turned on by her. More so today when seeing her wearing such a costume.

She is an absolute angel. An angel that loves to suck c.o.c.k. Hah!

My daughter soon takes hold of my thighs to steady herself. Her mouth opens wide as she lowers her face onto my hard erection until the c.o.c.khead slides between her pouty lips. She makes sure to keep her teeth off the c.o.c.k as it follows the path along her hot tongue, heading straight into the back of her mouth.

'It tastes really good, daddy. I never imagine that every boy has this big thing between their legs. What is it really for?'

My daughter ponders as she starts bobbing her head onto my c.o.c.k in the only oral method of drawling out that delicious venom. She didn't realize that she has begun to crave it.

"Oh G.o.d. Thank you for this. Thank you for gifting me with such a lovely angel."

I call out as my teenage daughter sucks my c.o.c.k hard, sliding its length in and out of her hot mouth in eagerness, never letting it all out completely.

Mary smiles at my prayer, taking it as a compliment as she tries to look up at me but only manages to see my bloated stomach. She is obviously worrying about my health like every good daughter should, and like every good little girl, she sure knows how to suck out her daddy's creamy milk.

Hah!

My hands soon come down her front and help her by ma.s.sing her chest, squeezing and wobbling them in absolutely delight. I even insert my fingers between the valley of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, wiggling in there in an effort to tickle her.

'That really tickles, daddy.'

The thought bubble above her head tells me, making me fill with joy as her sweet little mouth squeezes and sucks my c.o.c.k.

Honestly, I really have thought that I would get sick of f.u.c.king her hot and wet mouth after doing it so many times already but seeing her beautiful face and those innocent eyes looking up at me, I cannot help but go nut.

It is just so hot and so wet.

And nothing could take this away from me. Nothing!

Something rings loudly, snapping me right out of my enjoyment.

Ah f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!

It is the f.u.c.king phone sitting on the counter next to the couch.

And from the familiar number displayed on the phone, it is my b.i.t.c.h of a wife. She is trying to ruin my fun again. Ruin our daddy-daughter time again!

G.o.dd.a.m.n it!

Just ignore it. Just ignore it!

Unfortunately, even if I do try to ignore it, my daughter wouldn't.

After the third rings, she pulls her wet mouth from my raging hardon, causing a thin string of drool to form between her lips and the soaking c.o.c.khead. She looks up at me after she did so, readying to ask about the phone.

"It is probably mummy, sweetie. Let's daddy answer it, so just stay there, okay?"

I exhale deeply while keeping a hand on my daughter's shoulder to keep her seated. I then lean across the couch to pick up the phone.

"h.e.l.lo? Who is this?"

I utter while looking down at my lovely daughter, who licking her lips, tasting the residue of my prec.u.m that she manages to suck. Just a bit more and she would get her nice dose of milkshake.

"Richard. You know that I don't want to answer the phone in that way."

b.i.t.c.h lectures me. I just realize now that every time I talk to her on the phone, she lectures me. It also the same in person, most of time for some of the most stupid things every.

Unholy s.h.i.+t!

No wonder I want to kill myself. She gives me absolutely no respect whatsoever in this family. I wonder if it has it always been that way. It seems like so. She is always the dominant one in the relations.h.i.+p.

"Sorry, honey, my mind is a bit occupied at the moment. Do you need something?"

I question.

"I'm just calling to tell you a few things, Richard."

You mean to order me, stupid b.i.t.c.h! But do go on. Of course, I didn't say that out loud to save my ear from a mouthful. It is pointless to argue with her. I rather spend my time and energy inside my teenage daughter.

"Plus, I want to tell you all about the good work that I have been doing here."

See how she stated that it is only her that doing the good work instead of everyone? I am certain that she didn't go alone.

"Is it mummy, daddy?"

My daughter asks just as my c.o.c.k touches her cheek. Her beautiful cheek.

I nod as a response.

And as b.i.t.c.h begins going on about the s.h.i.+t that she has done so far in the name of G.o.d, I immediately take hold of my daughter's head with my other free hand and steers my thick meat into her unresisting mouth.

I begin to f.u.c.k her face slowly at first, pus.h.i.+ng my c.o.c.k right to the back of her tight throat. That speed didn't last long, as the more b.i.t.c.h spouts, the harder I face-f.u.c.k my daughter.

"Gluck. Gluck! Gluck. Gluck!"

See this? This is what I have done so far in the name of my Great Maker!

Take that, stupid b.i.t.c.h!

I mean to say my wife, not my daughter.

My daughter is a lovely angel with my hard c.o.c.k pounding her face.

Oh f.u.c.k. Her sweet sucking mouth is bringing me to absolute o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Richard. Are you listening to me? And what is that sound? Glug, glug, glug?"

My wife asks, making me blink. What sounds is she talking about, exactly? Oh right.

I slow my thrusting, allowing her to continue with her boring lecture. It isn't so boring anymore when my b.o.n.e.r is completely enveloped by my precious daughter. It has never have felt so good, and I really do want to scream out in pleasure.

"Ugh."

I groan as I hammer home.

"Richard? Don't speak when I am talking."

b.i.t.c.h orders me, forcing me f.u.c.k my daughter's mouth even harder in response.

I didn't even bother to listen to what she is saying anymore because her voice p.i.s.ses me off.

Seriously, can you knock it off already, b.i.t.c.h!? I am face-f.u.c.king our daughter right now, trying to make sure that her stomach is full of my steamy c.u.m before the party. I am b.a.l.l.s deep in her throat, and last night, I blew hot load into her a.s.s, several times. How is that?

Of course, I didn't say it out loud, because that would be the death of me. I mean the death of Richard.

Hah!

"Did you hear what I have said?"

b.i.t.c.h questions.

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"Huh? What?"

I pant and slow down my thrusting.

"What are you doing, Richard? I just said that I want you to supervise our daughter and her friends for the slumber party. Make sure to keep an eye on them. And no boys. Is that clear?"

b.i.t.c.h orders.

"Of course, honey. I will supervise them all night. I will not sleep until they are filled with utter joy and happiness, each of them."

I a.s.sure as I look down my daughter before resuming my deepthroating.

"Good. What is that sounds, really, Richard?"

That is the sound of our daughter gagging on my c.o.c.k, honey.

I have the urge to say.

"I don't hear any sound on my side, honey, but let me check. It could be the drain acting up."

I smile at my daughter as I mute the phone.

"Richard!? Are you putting me on mute? Richard!"

And with both hands are now free, I grab hold of her head and proceed to give her the milkshake that she really wants. It didn't take long before I flood her hot mouth and throat with a vicious roar.

Oh, Holy Jesus jacking in Heaven!

"Richard!? Put me back on this instant!"

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l. I pick up the phone again.

"Sorry, honey. I think really is the drain."

I response hastily as my b.a.l.l.s clench, pumping out a huge amount of c.u.m into my daughter.

"You sound really strained, Richard. You need more exercise and a lot more prayers. Now, can I please speak to Mary."

b.i.t.c.h responses. Her voice sounds enraged, but I honestly have a good excuse.

I was really being drained. I mean checking the drain. Heh.

"Mary?"

I utter. My mind just goes blank for a second. Oh s.h.i.+t!

"Our daughter, Mary, Richard. What is it with you today? I like to speak to her please."

b.i.t.c.h asks, forcing me to look down, noticing my choking daughter is squeezing my thighs quite hard and making little sounds. Her eyes are rolling to the top of her head as she is forced to swallow a t.i.tanic load.

This is not to mention my c.o.c.k is curving into her throat, suffocating her. I immediately pull back and away while clasping tightly over the microphone.

My daughter coughs with tearful red eyes.

Ma.s.sive amount of c.u.m spills out of her lips and onto her chest, coating her body.

Oops.