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– Well, yours is quite tart. But tasty, almost like Uncle Zhora’s. His… Sweeter one, perhaps.
– But did you like it?
– Well actually yes. “I wouldn’t mind trying again,” Sashenka smiled.
– Daughter, literally two minutes, I’m here now! — I frantically began to tug at my penis, rewinding the video on the screen. But he secretly glanced at his little girl, who was sitting next to him.
What a beauty she is! I looked with admiration at her amazing curls, her graceful sweet face with a neat mouth, her shoulders and fantastic breasts that I wanted to knead and kiss for hours… But I could only watch. And the realization of this resonated with agony and trembling throughout the body…
However, not only watch. I could get up again and cum in her mouth. Again with stupid restrictions, playing some incomprehensible games, but still – he could. Birds were singing in my soul, I was already picturing myself how I would accidentally wave my hand and touch my daughter’s nipples…
At this time Natasha arrived. She brought a rather strange set – a loaf of white bread and a dildo for her daughter – our sex shop and bread store were located in the same building. Sashenka beamed and began to unpack the gift. She was a little confused by the fact that the artificial penis was green and one and a half times longer than mine. At her daughter’s confused look, Natasha replied that there were no others. But as soon as her daughter opened the gift and was already getting used to putting her mouth on the unit, Natasha immediately stopped her and ordered her to first go to the bathroom and thoroughly wash the purchase with soap. And at the same time wash your face.
Sashenka tried to be indignant, but Natasha was unforgiving towards her daughter. She had to obey.
– Well, how? – Natasha asked in a whisper.
“I came in our daughter’s mouth!” – I whispered enthusiastically.
– Oh, I’m so glad! – my wife hugged me and kissed me in joy.
“Uh, don’t rush to rejoice,” I put her down. – She is still in the grip of prejudice. She allowed me to finish, but with the condition – without movements, caresses and kisses. I should be excited by porn videos, but she just swallows sperm. Like, so that there is no incest.
– Well, well… Why do you think she’s so against it?
– Don’t even know. But I have a theory – in fact, she is for it, she’s just afraid to admit it. But I won’t check her – I might scare her away.
– Clear. How intricate everything is… – Natasha sighed and went to the kitchen to put the loaf in the bread bin.
Meanwhile, Sashenka returned from the bathroom, refreshed and still naked. She clutched the dildo in her hand, determined to show me everything she could do.
“Dad, don’t you think he’s too big?” – she asked, breathing intermittently.
– Well, perhaps a little too big. But you’ll never know until you try,” I said cautiously.
– OK. I’ll try… – the daughter took a deep breath and looked at the object in her hands. A healthy green penis in her daughter’s small hands looked terribly alien, like an excavator on a lawn with butterflies. The girl carefully moved down and hugged the knob with her lips.
– Yes, well done. “Do everything slowly,” I said and patted my daughter on the zonguldak escort head. She obediently began to slide to the base of the penis. But, not even reaching a quarter, Sashenka made a delightful gurgling sound and, drooling, walked back. After a few seconds, the slobbery dildo emerged from the captivity of her daughter’s little lips. Having caught her breath, she again hugged him with her mouth and began to swallow. And then rise again to take a breath of air. And swallow again…
I looked, as if hypnotized, as the girl for the fifth or sixth time descended to the green balls that were at the base of the sex toy. Each time my daughter reached lower and lower levels, but she never passed halfway.
– Daughter, maybe I can help you? I can take it and gently push it into your throat if that makes you more comfortable.
Sashenka nodded. I grabbed the toy from her and very carefully began to poke around in the baby’s wet little mouth. Since it was not a live daddy’s penis, but an artificial one from the store, there were no prohibitions. The girl kissed him, licked him, and, of course, swallowed him even though he was controlled by me at that moment. I was feverishly thinking about how to use this fact in further argumentation in disputes with my daughter.
Meanwhile, Sasha went on the offensive. She put her hands on my hips and squeezed them with tenacious fingers, pushing herself towards my pounding movements. The daughter reached halfway, and, wheezing, sobbing and gurgling, went further. I was pleased to see how her cheeks turned red, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and her palms, despite the reflexive desire to push me away, only clenched tighter. The green penis looked so exciting in her mouth that my own penis was already secreting lubricant with might and main.
I felt that I would cum if this continued. But I didn’t care, the main thing at that time was to find out my daughter’s limit. And he came – about three quarters of the way, the girl stopped and coughed. I carefully began to remove the green penis from my daughter’s throat. With a long squelching sound, the girl freed herself from her gift and looked at me gratefully.
– Thank you, dad! It was great. But it’s much better alive,” she declared hoarsely, wiping her hand away from the drool that was falling onto the sofa.
– Yes, I remember, you just told me about it. How it is small at first, then grows, pulsates…
– Yes, dad… It’s wildly pleasant. And the artificial one is even worse than a cucumber. No, you can practice, of course, test the limits of what is possible, but it can’t compare with a living person.
“It’s a pity that Zhora will only come tomorrow,” I threw out a tentative hook.
– Yeah… Okay, dad, you were going to cum in my mouth, come on, I was just in the mood.
The daughter opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It was as if lightning had pierced me – although this was not the first time I had seen this, even just today, Sashenka’s new behavior never became familiar to me. The member twitched wildly and began to ejaculate.
I grunted and changed position, covering my penis with my foot. Damn, what a shame – it’s dripping on the carpet… Now I need a few minutes to recover. istanbul travesti But what to do with them? Meanwhile, my daughter, waiting for my dick, put her hand in her crotch and began to rub it.
– Daughter, what are you doing? – I asked her triumphantly.
– And what? You can finish! – Sashenka said and looked at me in surprise.
– But I’m cumming in your mouth! And you’ll leave stains on the sofa!
– Oh, well, yes, exactly. Then maybe you…
– What?
– Well, will you pick everything up with your lips and tongue?
– Easily! But it will be mutual pleasure! Which means incest! – I decided to prove to my daughter by contradiction that she was wrong. And Sasha accepted the rules of the game.
– Oh, incest! Dad, what kind of incest is it if I cum from the movements of my hand, and not from your lips and tongue!
– Yes, but there is a difference – I can place my penis in your mouth so that it does not rub against your lips or tongue. But you are unlikely to succeed in such a feat.
My daughter became sad.
– But there is one way out!
– Which? – Sashenka perked up.
– We have to change the rules a little. Look, I pushed this artificial penis into you today?
– Well, yes, so what? He’s not real!
– Right! But my hands that held him are real. Which means, from the point of view of our stupid rules, it was incest!
– They are not stupid! “And this is not incest,” the daughter muttered quietly.
– In any case, they have already been violated. We need new rules.
– And which ones?
– And these ones can be stroked, kissed, pushed, kneaded and squeezed!
– Dad, what are you talking about! It’s disgusting! – The daughter made wide eyes and recoiled onto the side of the sofa.
– Nothing is disgusting! We do this just for the sake of training! Make-believe, nothing more. When you were a child, did you play store or doctor with your dolls? Here, it’s the same thing.
– Nothing like this! Artificial dolls!
– Just like this dick. And if you played mother-daughter with your friends, did they become your daughters?
– Oh no.
– Here you see! Although your girlfriends are quite real, made of flesh and blood. And the game was make-believe. So it is here.
“Well, where’s the fun if you’re going to have sex with me?” – Sasha exclaimed.
“Well, some might say that we were already doing it when I came in your mouth.” But it wasn’t sex at all, and we know it. And now it won’t. An ordinary game. Imitation of real sex, nothing more.
– Imitation is when there is no penetration!
– Same with us without penetration. My penis is in your mouth, or your clitoris is in my mouth – where is the penetration? This is a type of kiss. Here look.
I quickly leaned over and kissed the girl on the forehead.
– Is this sex? No, my lips just touched your forehead. So you will touch my penis with your lips. An ordinary kiss. All daughters kiss their fathers, maybe in slightly different places, but technically it’s the same…
– Dad, but why do you need this if I don’t excite you sexually?
Oh yes, I forgot this legend of ours.
“Daughter, I’ll just represent your mother during simulated sex with ankara travesti you.” Although why imagine, I can call her, she will be here, nearby…
– No! – Sasha screamed in fear.
– OK, as you want. “I’ll imagine,” I said and knelt down in front of my daughter.
She cautiously spread her knees and I found myself in the holy of holies. My daughter’s dripping hole and her inviting moan made me cling to the tender little pea. My princess howled as I began to suck and bite her. She immediately forgot about all her incestophobia and pressed her fingers into the back of my head.
I lustfully gave my daughter quivering moments of screams and pulsations, and she squeezed my head with her charming legs. Trapped in delicious fetters, I literally slurped her juices, drawing out all the nectar, like a bee climbing into a flower. And my daughter sobbed and moaned, her young body was in convulsions…
When I was distracted, the exhausted Sashenka was lying across the sofa. I felt a heavy weight between my legs. The member had already recovered and was preparing to spread its wings. I climbed onto the sofa and hovered at the head of it, so that my penis was swinging right next to my daughter’s face.
– Daughter, do you remember we agreed?
– I remember…
– Crushing and squeezing is allowed! But this is just for the sake of training. Imitation. Fine?
“Yeah,” the daughter nodded.
I put my hands on her chest. The touch of the elastic hemispheres swept all thoughts out of my head. It was as if I had disappeared into a boundless ocean of pleasure… My daughter’s voice brought me out of my languor.
“Dad, you’re only pretending to be pleased.”
– Of course, Sasha. How can I feel good about touching my own baby’s nipples?
– And in fact?
– But in fact, I’m disgusted. What you won’t do for training…
My daughter looked at me slyly and smiled. I leaned over and began covering her breasts with kisses. The big brown nipples were incredible. The curves of the gentle roundness dissolved me completely. My hands wandered all over the young beauty’s body, squeezing and squeezing her girlish charms. But it was time to move on to the main course.
I straightened up and once again pumped my penis against my daughter’s mouth. She understood everything and opened her small lips. I rolled my dick over her tender cheeks a couple of times, touched the head of her nose, and then slid it into her tender lips. The girl made an “o” shape with her lips and tightly grabbed my penis, just as she had grabbed the green dildo a few minutes before.
The only difference was that mine had a much smaller diameter. And, of course, the fact that my penis was throbbing and growing. I began to carefully move back and forth. My daughter mooed in time with my movements. Having increased the amplitude of vibrations, I was pleased to hear how the mooing turned into dull groans and gnawing.
“Afmfmzh,” my daughter gurgled when I began to cum inside her for the second time today. But this time I pushed myself deeper during ejaculation, so that my daughter began to push me away with her small hands. But I inexorably hung and rammed the tender mouth of my child, pressing her shoulders with my palms.
This time Sashenka could not swallow everything, the sperm poured out of her lips to flow down her cheeks and chin right onto the sofa. My first argument in favor of ending in the mouth was completely destroyed. But the girl, apparently, was no longer embarrassed… She was passionate about simulating oral sex with her own father.
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