Though that wasn’t all that she had planned. Her tongue swirled around her captive, and she sucked on his nut like a lollipop. Sarah wrapped her arms around his bicep, thick with muscle from lifting and working in his day-to-day job. She was rather looking forward to the rest of the week. The next night is much the same, as is the night after. “Is that you, Sare-bear?” her dad asked, voice groggy with sleep. Guess the machine was working like a charm, or at least the pills were. Up and down. And she smelled it. “That bad, huh?”
Sarah lay on her back while her dad got his dinner. He was wearing his slacks and belt, but no button up shirt on yet. There was a pregnant pause before her father spoke again. Sarah propped herself on her elbow, and moved her head closer, chin rubbing gently against her dad’s thigh as she dared to take a direct whiff. Sarah made sure to get as much as she could on camera, having a bit of fun with it while she had the opportunity.
