Taking it out of my mouth for a few seconds, I pulled up my tight skirt till it was gathered around my waist and settled down on my knees. Without saying a word to either of them, I crossed the room to my husband and our daughter. “Thaaaaat’s it, you funny little bitch!” Dan said, reaching down to push Jill’s head further down his cock. “Daddy, it hurts. “Oh, Daddy, thank you!” she sobbed. “Oh, shit, that feels good, sweetheart!” Dan yelled, pulling our daughter’s face off his dick. My good little girl started lapping at my pussy like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk. I almost gagged but I didn’t! “Atta girl,” he says, softly. “Oh, christ, baby, you are so good!” Dan groaned. I climbed on top of her, burying my face in that soaked young pussy, and placing my own crotch over her mouth. His cock was in Jill’s mouth—he’d shoved it down so far, his crotch was rubbing against Jill’s face. After a while, I woke up. But instead, he said in a low growl, “Open up!” and he pushed his erect cock into my mouth!
