Grace ran her fingers over her father’s muscles. “Heat me up, daddy, so I don’t catch a cold.” She tugged at his shirt and he removed it. As Tom stared down at his half naked angel, his cock tightened the buttons on his pants. He pulled her in, once more, embracing her, feeling her cold breasts and hard nipples connect with his warm pecs; her flat stomach pushed against his bulge, the contact sending blood pumping throughout his penis.
She slowly swayed back and forth, that agitating glorious pressure quickly turning to friction. When Grace’s fingers slipped between her and her father, hastily pulling his pants down and dropping them, her abs moved over and up his heavy, solid rod–her bare skin putting a wave of tingles and heat over his sensitive foreskin. His body tensed and Tom gripped the girl’s flesh above her hips, squeezing and pulling at the muscle and tissue; when their lips touched, he ejaculated against his daughter, pumping a mighty spurting load of semen over her tight tummy.
Grace wiggled her dangling dress-turned-skirt down her legs and it fell to her feet. She knelt to her father’s dripping dick head and kissed it, collecting a gob of semen on her lips. She frowned, sampling the taste, curiously dabbing it onto her tongue, bringing it into her mouth and finally, swallowing. This reminded Tom of an old memory of Grace trying some sort of liquid candy for the first time; she was disgusted by it.
‘If she didn’t like that, she …’ His thought trailed off as his dick pulsed with pleasure, feeling his baby desperately cleaning his cock.
She kissed the head again, and again. She kissed it with a passion he’d only ever seen from Callie, when they were young, on dates, making out in his car. The girl’s mother had been so aggressive, a trait he had loved.
“So eager, baby,” he whispered, touching her chin. “Just like her.”
Grace kissed from the base all the way to the tip, using her tongue in quick bursts. Daddy pushed his cock into her mouth and immediately felt his girl tonguing the tip, slurping up the rest of his seed. She bobbed her head, sucking his cock deep, tight and slow.
He closed his eyes and let her work.
When he finally opened them, he focused on the myriad of photos Grace had of herself and Gretchen; they lined the top and sides of her vanity’s mirror: Gretchen’s cleavage, Grace’s collarbones, their shoulders, thin waistlines, the way they held each other, the way they kissed each other … everything about them made him hard, made him want to cum in his baby’s mouth. He focused in on one where Grace had spread her legs in the short jean shorts she wore; the soft skin of her long legs led his gaze to her thick inner thighs, her sweet cunt so close to bulging in the shot. He needed that.
He stood her, pulling her mouth from his rod, then dropped to his knees and kissed at his girl’s pussy, her beautiful mound. His tongue opened it and spread it, giving him his first taste of her. His fingers squeezed her bare ass, pulling open her cheeks as he licked, sucked … devoured her ripe peach.