They both looked over at me. “Oh, hi, honey,” Dan said to me. “Oh, fuck, Daddy!” Jill screamed. I started cumming too, creaming my daughter’s mouth. Still on all fours on the bed, she licked her lips and said, “Oh, gosh, Daddy—you came so much! I reached down to feel Jill’s pussy—it was so nice and wet! “I understand.” Dan’s cock slammed roughly into her pussy again. Jill grunted. “Atta girl!” he said, his voice turning firm: “Don’t choke, now! I got up and went to Jill’s doorway. I got worried. You passed with flying colors, kiddo.”
Jill burst into happy tears. I climbed on top of her, burying my face in that soaked young pussy, and placing my own crotch over her mouth. Not waiting a second, my daughter leaned over and shoved her dad’s dick in her mouth and she began sucking noisily. He stroked his cock as he spoke. Without saying a word to either of them, I crossed the room to my husband and our daughter.
