As the image of daddy fucking another tight pussy as I helplessly watched filled my head, I felt my orgasm building. He reached up and gently brushed the palms of his hands across my hard pink nipples. After a few seconds, I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed a butter knife to open his door with and made my way down the hall. “Daddy please take it. I was afraid he would stop if he knew I was awake, so I quietly reveled in the wet warmth of his tongue while watching the silhouette of his self-pleasuring. He said nevermind and I said I was going to the den to read. I inhaled sharply as the juices from my hungry pussy began dripping down to my tight ass. As I quickly got the door open, I saw dad sitting on his bed, my panties around his cock, and his phone in his hand. I stood at the sink washing dishes, watching his reflection in the dining room mirror. I need daddy to stretch me and fill my
