On daddy's dick groaning daughter.

On daddy's dick groaning daughter.

So you love to wake up in the morning, not because the morning has come and you have to get up, but you wake up from delight, so tender - delightful. I really love to wake up like this and wake up in blissful languor. My bending body starts to shake. The breasts are directly enlarged, the papillae stick out, beckoning with their hardness and want to caress with their tongue, hands, squeezing them with fingers.


Oh, what my breasts are susceptible to caresses. Dad said that when my mother fed me, she sometimes got an orgasm. Now wet, alluring such a fragrant pink cave - pussy! She's ready to take Dad's hard, throbbing cock. He is ready to enter imperiously, as usual caressing the clitoris with his head. And there in the depths, throbbing along with my vagina, give us both pleasure.


Of course, now dad is licking pussy, something can really compare with such a wonderful awakening on the first day of summer. Oh, how I love these daddy's caresses in the morning, just asleep. Pussy juice is especially useful in the morning, as well as the pleasure itself in the morning is useful both as a psychological and, of course, as a physical one.


In any case, a great mood is guaranteed, and the sensation, or, probably, it would be more correct to say the "aftertaste" of the morning orgasm more than once will make you remember in college right on the pair with a pleasant pulsation in the lower abdomen and a little start slightly, closing your eyes. If this happens on the weekend, then my daddy's friend Nadia already gives me such morning pleasure, who has become me both as a mother and as a friend, and even on weekends, you can enjoy longer from the caress of a pussy with the tongues of dad or Nadia.


I already woke up from pleasure, I do not sleep, but rather doze, basking under the covers. I woke up immediately, as soon as my father's tongue ran from the bottom of the slit and to the clitoris, so slowly, so fun. I already feel pleasant creeps running over my skin, barely touching, dad's hand slides all over me: hips, stomach, chest, shoulder, and already a wave of light bliss runs through my body, and not pleasant creeps. The nipples harden, the hot breath burns the lips slightly, and the moist lips kiss and suck on them.


A light moan escapes his lips. The blanket is tilted to the side. Invocatively I spread my legs almost into a split, I arch my bridge, my hand caresses the folds of my pussy a little, and then disappears, and the next minute, I feel my tongue sliding over it. He carefully examines me, I cuddle up to him, and the sticky-tart juice of desire flows from me. Then the head of the penis spreads its lips and slowly enters, driving away from the remnants of sleep. I hear dad's voice:


- Hello! Do you feel good, daughter?


- Yes, dad, yes! - I answer, waving my hips, - Hello, of course, hello dad! How can not be hello when you always wake me up so sweetly! And such a hello! Just awesome, dad, just super awesome high, dad! 

I also raise and spread my legs wider. The member moves in me, at first slowly and gently, gradually the movements become more powerful and imperious, the pace increases. My sweet moans, with a bitten lip, dad loves to look at me so much and, the bliss of the coming of an orgasm, mmm, like a flash of lightning, along with sweet convulsions, and my pussy gives out sweet-sour juice, waiting for sperm, and before that, dad always asks:


- Can I get into you, daughter? ...


- Yes, pa, yeah, come on! - pussy with warm, spicy streams, filled with sperm. The pose, of course, I'm on my back, because this is the pose of my voluptuous awakening, well, and when we fuck on the side. But I just really like it when dad is in the back I feel his strength, and it turns me on a lot, but I'm a "sipovochka" Dad, of course, also likes it when I'm on top, and I understand him because the daughter then herself coolly "works" with her ass and squeezes the penis with her pussy. 

What else can be compared to the sight of a groaning daughter wriggling on dad's penis, and what can be more beautiful than this, albeit insanely sinful. And of course, breasts with protruding nipples that bounce in time with my movements. Having tasted this in the morning, dad will be "charged" with positive for the whole day, just like me, with the only difference that, remembering sex with dad, I can fondle myself during a break between couples in the college toilet.


Sometimes it is different. When I already openly expire vaginal juice from arousal and caresses. Dad takes the grease of the pussy on his fingers and begins to massage the anus ring, from time to time penetrating into it, on one phalanx of the finger, then the whole finger, and then slowly two fingers. And oh, this teasing manipulation of my booty makes me absolutely delighted:


- I feel that when you are in such pleasure, you want in the ass! My dad says to me.


- Yes, pa, fuck me, fuck me in the ass! I want it strongly! - I say to dad, and ... the member rests against the ass and, stretching the narrow light brown wrinkled hole in the anus, goes inside.


- Oooh! Dad! ... - I groan, crumpling the sheet with my fingers, and dad stuck it in and froze. The ass gets used to the thickness of the penis. I squeeze the dick with the muscles of the ass, and from response to me with a twitch, and begins to slide in the tight hole of the ass. With each push, it penetrates deeper and deeper, until, finally, it enters the end. I emit a drawn-out groan ...


- How good, daddy! - and dad at this time loves my ass very much, and I know that he will not stop until he upsets my tight hole and dumps all the contents of his testicles into it. I confess that I am especially delighted that my dad is cumming inside me. And not only the feeling of a member straining inside, which fills me with viscous sperm, gives this feeling, but also the very realization that this is happening between my daughter and dad. Perhaps the pleasure and from this is several times greater, brighter, more delightful, and delightful.


Well, if this is ours and 

only our sweet madness on weekdays, everything happens quickly, rarely, but still sometimes leaves a feeling of some "underfucking". I want more, and the day flies by with the thought that in the evening I will receive what I received less in the morning. Although I must admit that sometimes the desire is so strong that in the classroom, and I will repeat myself again, you have to retire in the toilet to relieve stress. Sometimes, however, I do this, in a completely different way.


Sitting, I move my free hand as far as possible, first on my knees, and then closer and closer to my convex Venus mound. And oooh, how hunting at this time to put your hand in your panties. And here the main thing is to keep a decent expression on my face, not to blush Repeatedly my friend noticed this behind me. But the need to enjoy your girlish sensuality, to restrain emotions, and the risk of being "caught" adds adrenaline.


By the way, dad, like all apparent men, loves a morning blowjob. He says that he is energized by "fucking" my sleepy mouth. In the morning I hear him get up, getting ready for work, the sleep goes away and I wait for my dad to come up, and then the head of the penis slides over my lips, his hand strokes my chest, gently and slightly squeezing the nipple. Yes, dad, of course, for so many years of our sweet secret, I know what you need.


Moaning softly, I open my mouth, and the member slips inside. Without opening my eyes, and almost without moving, I begin to caress the head with my tongue, writing out various pirouettes, I suck. He starts to move in his mouth, picking up a little pace, and, after a few minutes, spews hot cum into my mouth. He smears the rest with his head on my lips. She kisses me on the temple and leaves for work, and I fall asleep with sperm on my lips - I only get up in an hour.


When I wake up, I lick my lips and feel this familiar taste. I shudder involuntarily. Closing my eyes, I remember how a member moved in my mouth, caress my chest, go down to the wet bud. A few sweet minutes, and he opens his petals in sweet convulsions of orgasm. My morning masturbation exercise ends with a shudder of my tummy muscles and a shudder of my whole body.