My daughters dildo part 3
I sat at my desk staring off into space. My cock was hard, again. Barry clapped his hand on my office door, snapping me out of my funk. “Conference call, five minutes.” He sauntered off, clueless to the divinely filthy thoughts he had interrupted. Nicole’s dress was off the second we had walked through the door. She ran to the living room and threw herself into my easy chair, spreading her legs wide. I fell to my knees in front of her in a worshipful pose of lascivious intent. I took things slower, making love to my daughter’s pussy with my mouth. I kissed her clit, sucked her lips, licked her hole. She encouraged every swipe of my tongue with moans, giggles of ecstasy, and (of course) more of her endearing brand of dirty talk. …