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As Tom held Callie on their living room couch, Grace Marie slept in the nearby recliner. The lights were low, and sharp sleet had been tapping on the windows most of the evening. Callie’s silk night dress clung to her body, her breasts and nipples pushing against the soft fabric, calling to the firefighter to free them. Ever since he’d pulled his cock from Gretchen the previous night, it had ached for more pussy. With Callie on her back, her head resting in his lap, he ran his hand across her cheek, down her neck and between her breasts; it came to rest over her navel. His cock expanded, filling full, pushing against his wife’s head, and when Tom dipped his hand between Callie’s legs, gathering up her dress and exposing her upper thighs, she turned her face into his bulge.
He slipped into her panties, ran his fingers through her soft bush and then cupped her entire vulva. He felt her juice soak his skin, and easily pumped two fingers into her twat. He pushed them deep, his palm rubbing at her clit as he slowly churned his digits inside her, bending them forward to swipe circles across her g-spot. Callie lifted the leg of the pajama shorts that rested on Tom’s right thigh, then reached in and pulled out his hot swollen cock. She opened her cherry-red lips and squeezed at the base of Tom’s shaft, widening the head to give her a mouthful; she took it. Her wet inner cheeks rubbed against his head and her eager tongue stroked every inch as she sucked him like they were back in high school.
Grace Marie stirred, bringing her left leg over the chair’s arm rest, repositioning her upper half with a delicate yawn, her nipping breasts jiggling slightly with her movement. Tom grew harder in Callie’s mouth as he focused on his daughter’s pale thighs, her tight top, her shoulders exposed by fallen straps and her slightly parted, luscious lips.
When his free hand gripped Callie’s face, pushing her deeper onto his dick, he pumped it in her mouth, rocking his pole aggressively between her tongue and teeth, tapping her uvula. He stared at his beautiful teen as her breaths made her chest rise and fall, putting a pressure between fabric and skin that held, and offered, her plump mounds at the same time, bulging those young eighteen-year-old titties … titties daddy so desperately wanted to taste.
His fingers beat Callie’s pussy, his hand slapping against the wet mess he’d made of her lower lips. As Grace Marie opened her eyes, Callie, oblivious to anything outside of Tom’s dick, orgasmed, filling her panties with a heavy squirt and moaning over Tom’s driving shaft. As Tom face-fucked his wife like he was pounding pussy, his pulse sky-rocketed when Grace’s pretty gaze immediately locked onto her mother’s soaked dress, then her father’s deep thrusts. He quickly minded his business, mostly focusing on the back of Callie’s head.
Tom and Callie had never had an audience before, let alone such a forbidden one. It took mere seconds before Tom nutted aggressively, explosively firing into the back of Callie’s throat, and he made it a big deal … put on a show. To him, his burst of wet heat pumped harder, longer, even seemingly hotter than ever before, all due to the fact that Grace, as far as he could tell, had never looked away; she stared as her mother swallowed three times, watched her daddy spurt into mommy as he desperately tried to pretend he was unaware of his daughter’s prying eyes. Tom had wanted to cum to his eighteen-year-old baby’s body … her curves, her skin, that light in her irises, but he only had a peripheral view of her form. It wasn’t until the couple settled and Callie lifted her mouth from Tom’s soaked dick, that Grace turned away and sank back into the recliner’s cushions, Callie, at least: none-the-wiser.