Incest/Taboo Daddy Needs His Blowjob

The next day I went to the hardware store and bought a new door knob and a few odds and ends. When I got home, I pretended to work on the door for a while after dinner, but then gave up after a half an hour. "I think I got the wrong parts," I explained to mother and daughter. Marie didn't care much one way or the other, but Krissy just smirked. It was the first time she had given any sign of what had been happening at night.

When Marie started worshiping Daddy cock a little while later, I didn't bother trying to close the door. Instead, I let it drift wide open. And sure enough, a few minutes later Krissy came out with her folding chair.

No popcorn this time. Krissy was dressed in more normal bed clothes: loose little shorts and a comfortable top. If it wasn't clear from the start that she wasn't wearing a bra, it became obvious within a minute or two. While Marie focused on my cock and whispered Daddy endearments, Krissy reached up under her blouse and started playing with her big tits. "Are you a tit man?" she mouthed to me silently. She quickly lifted up the blouse giving me a flash of tits that lasted only a fraction of a second.

In response I thrust harder into her mother's mouth. "I love your tits," I said, reaching down to fondle her mother's fantastic rack. "Love my baby girl's big tits."

Marie took her mouth off my cock briefly, giggled and said, "Thank you, Daddy. They're just for you. Only you." Then she went back to kissing the length of my cock. Krissy blew me a kiss.

While Marie sucked my cock, Krissy got more active. With the rock music still blaring from her bedroom down the hall, Krissy caressed her big tits every way she could think of. Sometimes she played with her tits through the fabric of her t-shirt, other times she reached under the shirt and played with them under the cloth. Either way, all I could think of was how huge they were on her slim frame and how much I wanted it to be my hands instead of hers mauling her big tits and jiggling them in my hands. Marie gasped and shivered at my feet, experiencing another suck orgasm, and I pulled her head downward on my pole in encouragement.

Finally, at the end of one song, Krissy pulled up her shirt and bared her large breasts. She hefted both of them in her hands and shook her big tits at me as if she was offering them to me. Her mouth was open like she was laughing silently, but at the same time I could see that a big part of the sexual charge for her was that she knew she was only teasing me. The huge tits, the wide sexy grin -- you can look but don't touch, they aren't for you, she was saying with her eyes. Or were they?

I shut my eyes and shot a load of cream down her mother's eager mouth. When I opened them again, Krissy was gone.

The next morning Marie outdid herself: fruit salad with mangoes and papayas alongside scrambled eggs. "We need to keep Daddy in tip top condition, don't we sweetie?" she said to Krissy as she put the plate in front of me.

Sex that morning had been fantastic, breathtaking. Marie and I fucked so hard that I was actually afraid I would die of pleasure from her bouncing relentlessly on my cock for a half an hour. When I came, I actually saw stars. After Marie jumped off me without so much as a peck on the cheek and ran into the kitchen to start breakfast, I swore to check the internet to see how often people died of heart attacks during sex. I felt my pulse, which was finally starting to go down after a fucking session so intense it seemed it could only end in orgasmic death. I might be a candidate for the emergency ward.

That night Krissy upped the ante again. She appeared in the doorway only a few moments after her mother settled in for her nightly cum feeding.

No chair this time. She had turned up the volume on the music in her bedroom and left the door open, so the sound of long guitar solos reverberated through the hallway. Dressed in a tight t-shirt and panties, Krissy began to dance.

Marie was in the zone, rubbing my cock all over her big tits and her neck and face, giving my cock little Eskimo kisses with her nose and basking in the smell of my manhood. "Daddy," she whined, like a little girl asking for a toy, "Will you paint your little girl's mouth tonight? Will you please fill my mouth with Daddy cock? Please, Daddy?" Then without warning she plunged her mouth down all the way to the root, deepthroating me and fucking her face with my cock.

Krissy went wide-eyed at her mother's cocksucking skills, but didn't miss a beat. Every time a big guitar riff came on, Krissy played air guitar. Her left arm rose in the air at an angle, while her right arm went down towards her panties, wiggling like she was picking the strings frantically. Her hips thrust forward and her big tits, unrestrained by any bra, bounced under her t-shirt. Marie continued to deepthroat me, all the way to my pubic hair, then back up to the very tip of my head, then again all the way down, over and over, barely catching her breath each time as she bobbed her head up and down in time with the music. "I love you, babygirl," I gasped, gripping Marie's hair while looking Krissy in the eye.

When I finally came, it happened on the upswing of one of Marie's deepthroat plunges, with the result that I sprayed her face with cum. Marie just giggled and started scooping the sperm with her fingers, sliding it into her mouth. "Daddy made a mess!" she giggled. I looked over to the doorway and Krissy was gone again.

The next day I skipped lunch and instead took a long walk during my lunch hour. Sexy as this was, I told myself, it had to stop. The fact was, I loved Marie with all my heart. Mindblowing sex and mouth-watering body aside, I enjoyed her company, her intelligence, her wit, her loyalty. Even if she weren't my wife, I'd still want her for my best friend. Was I so stupid that I was willing to endanger that for the sake of her (equally sexy) daughter?

Besides, I had the strong sense that as sexy as Krissy was acting, it was only that: an act. It wasn't that I believed Krissy was a naive virgin who didn't realize the effect she had on men and on me in particular. No, she clearly knew exactly what she was doing. But I couldn't believe that she would ever go behind her mother's back and actually have sex with her mom's husband. That sort of thing may happen in porno flicks, but beneath that extraordinarily fuckable little body, Krissy was a real person who really loved her mother. There was something in her eyes and in that ironic smirk that made me sure Krissy would push away any physical advances from me, even if she had encouraged them in the first place. And then my marriage would go down the drain. Yeah, she was sexy as hell, but I would have to be a disloyal fool to act on Krissy's sexy come-ons.

That night I asked Marie to clear the table by herself so that I could have a talk with Krissy about her schoolwork. Actually, Krissy was doing fine with school, but it was the best excuse I could think of to get her alone.

"So what did you want to talk about, Danny?" she asked.

"This has got to stop, Krissy," I began.

"What?"

"Cut the crap. You know what. The hallway. The popcorn. The air guitar."

She giggled. It sounded just like her mother right after an orgasm. My dick pulsed in my pants. "You don't like air guitar -- Daddy?"

"I like air guitar just fine -- when Bill and Ted do it in the movies. In the hallway while I'm having sex with your mother, not so much. And I'm not your Daddy, I'm your stepdad. Why don't you just call me Danny like you always have?"

"You like it when Mom calls you Daddy."

My cock started to get hard. I shut my eyes to blot out the look of Krissy's blonde hair and the red lipstick on her blowjob lips and tried to will my penis into softness, but without much success. "That's . . . well, that's different. And I'm sure I don't have to explain to you the difference."

"No, why don't you explain it to me?"

"Okay, Krissy, your mother enjoys certain . . . roleplaying fantasies . . . sometimes when we're winding down at night. It's not that strange, and it's none of your business, and it's beside the point. The point is that I love your mother and you love your mother and neither of us wants to do anything that would ever hurt her. So please. Just cut it out, huh?"

Krissy smirked, suppressing an outright laugh. I got up to leave, hoping that when I stood up my hard-on wouldn't look awkward. I wished that I had an opportunity to rearrange my pants, but that would be so obvious it would probably make things worse.

"I hope I've got my message across," I said as I stood up.

Krissy gave that lopsided smile of hers as she looked at my cock bulging out obscenely from my pants, then looked up again at my face. I began to blush as she looked back again at my cock, poking out straight toward her. "Oh, yeah, I got the message all right. See you around -- Daddy."

I beat a hasty retreat. That didn't go well.

That night we listened to more guitar-heavy rock. While Marie kissed the underside of my cock and gave me the handjob of my life, corkscrewing both hands up and down my pole, Krissy silently stood right in the doorway to our bedroom. She lifted both her arms a little above her head, braced her hands against either side of the door frame and began undulating to the music. "Daddy Daddy," Marie moaned. "Feed me your cock. Fuck my face, Daddy."

The music beat became more insistent. Krissy's hip gyrations evolved into pelvic thrusts. Her little panty rode up into her pussy, making it almost like a thong. Her big tits bounced wildly under her blouse. Her eyes locked on mine while she laughed silently. "Daddy," she mouthed, mimicking her mother. "Fuck my face, Daddy."

I thrust deeper into Marie's mouth while I looked into Krissy's beautiful face. "Good girls suck their Daddy's cock," I instructed them.

Another guitar solo came up and Krissy took her hands off the door frame. While her mother's head plunged up and down on my cock, Krissy's left arm rose in the air playing the chords on an imaginary guitar neck. Her right hand went straight into her panties and began diddling her clit as if it were a guitar playing the sexiest song on earth. She thrust her crotch at me over and over while her mother blew me in time with the beat. Krissy's huge boobs bounced up and down while the drums kicked in, setting a tempo for mother and daughter.

I shot my first load of the night into Marie's mouth just as the song reached its peak. Marie shivered in another cum climax while she swallowed me. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "You take such good care of me." As if they had rehearsed it beforehand, mother and daughter both licked their lips at the same time. Even as it softened, my cock gave another lurch and spit out another load of cum for Marie to clean up with her tongue.

The next day was a federal holiday, one of those miscellaneous "celebrations" like Presidents Day or Martin Luther King Day or Veterans Day when you're supposed to think deep patriotic thoughts but in reality you're just thankful for a day off of work. Marie used the day off to paint an old bookcase that she'd bought at a garage sale, so instead of the usual skirt and blouse that she wore to the office, she dressed in ratty old jeans and an oil-stained t-shirt that she saved for tasks like this. To keep the paint out of her hair, she tied it up in two pigtails and topped it with an old baseball cap advertising a tire shop that had gone out of business five years ago. For my part, I dragged the ladder out of the garage and spent the day cleaning gutters and trimming dead tree limbs, then hauling the trash out to the organic recycling center on the edge of town. Krissy's reward for getting an A on her math exam was a free shopping trip to one of those stores on the mall that specializes in selling stylish but overpriced and cheaply made clothing to teenagers.

By the end of the day, Marie and I were beat but the chores were done. Krissy came in the door loaded down with shopping bags. The first words out of her mouth when her mother looked at the swag was to protest, "I swear -- I didn't spend a penny more than the limit!"

In the course of doing all these chores I never got around to fixing the door. Somehow other things seemed more important at the time -- after all, we don't want a dead tree limb to break off in a storm and hit the windows, do we? And if the gutters fill up with dead leaves, well, there's no telling what would happen.

I'm not blind to my own motivations. Every time I finished one task and went to another without taking a half hour to fix the damn door I knew that I was passing up an opportunity to put a stop to this whole sexy but ultimately self-destructive progression. No good could possibly come from Krissy's increasingly erotic gyrations behind Marie's back, and I knew that it could only end in some kind of disaster that would probably involve divorce from a woman whom I loved more than anyone else in the world. But the truth is that even thinking about the image of curvy little Krissy in the hallway, playing with her big tits and licking her lips, gave me a hardon that would not go away. I could not muster the strength of will to repair the fucking door.

After she was done with the bookcase, Marie washed up and changed her clothes to something cleaner and started on a dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Along with being an insatiable dynamo in the sack, Marie was also a great cook, and even a simple dish like fried chicken and potatoes was fantastic when she was in charge of the stove. The only vestige of her painting activity from before was that she kept the pigtails when she cooked and ate dinner. "It's so much easier this way when you're working, either outside or in the kitchen," she explained. She twirled one of the pigtails in her finger and gave me a sexy look across the dinner table that I'm sure Krissy must have seen. "What do you think, Danny?"

It wasn't a school night, so Krissy didn't have homework, but she spent the evening in her room anyway listening to music and catching up on Facebook. Every once in a while I could hear thumping from her room, presumably from her dancing by herself in the privacy of her room -- something she had done ever since I'd first met her mother four years ago. Marie said it was Krissy's way of letting off steam, but now I was wondering if it was evolving into her way of getting steamed up.

Later that night, Marie and I settled into our nightly routine: her at my feet rubbing my pole all over her face and whispering how much she loved her Daddy's cock. "It's so big, Daddy!" she gushed. "Is it all for me?"

In response, I gently guided her mouth along the length of my dick. "Of course, sweetheart. Good girls get their reward. Now show me how you can suck me."

After several minutes, Krissy had not appeared, and I began to hope/dread that her game was finally over, that she would stop taunting me with her fuckable body. But just at the point when I began to relax by taking Marie's pigtails in both hands like handlebars to guide her head on my cock, Krissy appeared.

Now I saw the results of her shopping trip. Krissy had spent her reward for good grades on a plain white blouse that seemed several sizes too small for her big bust. The buttons in front strained to hold in her big tits, leaving gaps between the cloth where I could see through to her braless cleavage. The blouse had been cut away at the bottom, baring not only her midriff but also leaving a gap under her breasts where her big tits jutted out. And barely covering her ass and almost none of her legs was a tiny green plaid pleated schoolgirl-style uniform skirt, though the only schoolgirl who would wear such a thing would have to be moonlighting as a porn star. She had tied her blonde hair back in pigtails to match her mother's. Krissy lifted her index finger to her mouth and began licking it in a wanton display of pseudo-innocence that was designed to inflame me. It worked.

I lurched forward into her mother's mouth in a combination of surprise and lust. I pulled again on Marie's pigtails, bringing her deeper onto my pole. Marie gagged slightly, but then relaxed her throat and allowed me to control her mouth with her pigtails. "Show me how you love your Daddy!" I growled.

Krissy showed me. She made her mouth into an "O" shape and grabbed her own blonde pigtails just like I was grabbing her mother's. Then she pulled her mouth down onto an imaginary cock, keeping her eyes glued on mine the whole time.

It was the most obscene thing I think I have ever seen. There she was, an extraordinary girl with Barbie doll measurements, her tits nearly bursting through her torn blouse, her schoolgirl skirt barely providing any cover for her pantyless bottom. She was pantomiming utter submission to my cock while at the same time her eyes, her lovely young blue eyes, were still conveying mirth and joy at the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazy. Her mother gagged and drooled as I fucked her face mercilessly.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. After the first few minutes, Krissy added to the show by thrusting her ass in and out in time with the music and with her imaginary blowjob. Taking mercy on Marie, I relaxed my grip on her pigtails, allowing her to go back to a more leisurely suck and lick of my fuckstick.

But Krissy did not stop. First one, then another of the buttons on her blouse popped off with her gyrations, exposing most of her huge tits while they bounced in time with her bobbing head. Keeping time with the music in the background, her ass continued to go back and forth like she was being fucked from behind, while she kept her hands on her pigtails, pulling herself down over and over onto what I imagined was my own dick fucking her face. "Good girl," I said over and over while looking into Krissy's eyes. "Good girl. Daddy's girl."

Marie mewed with pleasure and kissed the head of my cock in response, but that wasn't enough for me. I grabbed her pigtails and impaled her mouth on my cock again, forcing my dick down her throat. I began pulling her pigtails down in time with the music and in sync with Krissy's own pantomime.

I felt like I was fucking both their faces at once. My eyes were so riveted on Krissy's performance that I think I even stopped blinking for fear of missing a microsecond of her blonde head bobbing relentlessly and joyously up and down on the imaginary cock filling her wet, delicious mouth. "Suck Daddy," I said, looking directly into Krissy's eyes as her head nodded up and down in agreement and submission. "Good girls suck their Daddy."

Marie could only gurgle in response. "Glugg! Gugg!" I pulled again on her pigtails, bringing her mouth so far down my cock that her nose touched my pubic hairs. Marie gurgled again and spasmed, cumming on my cock.

She pulled her face off of my pole to catch her breath. "Thank you Daddy!" she said, grinning widely. Then after a quick, loving kiss to the tip of my cockhead, she quickly engulfed my dick again in her loving, cocksucking mouth.

I went back to holding my hands gently on Marie's head to set the rhythm for her as I leaned back in the chair and gave a wide smile of unrestrained joy to Krissy. Marie's habit of cumming from sucking me was the deepest and most intimate expression of love I had ever seen. It was also the sexiest thing I had ever experienced and the biggest sexual turn-on imaginable. Just the remembrance of her cumming from sucking me was enough to give me a hard-on at any time of the day or night. And now I was brazenly displaying Marie's cock worship to her daughter only a couple of feet away. I was showing off to Krissy my most prized possession: a woman (her mother) who sank to her knees between my legs every night and begged me to fuck her face.

"I love your tight little body," I told them. "I love your beautiful big tits, I love your gorgeous fuckable ass. I love your lips going up and down on my cock. You're my girl," I said, stroking Marie's hair with both hands while I smiled possessively at Krissy. "MY girl."

I thrust deep into Marie's mouth and said it again: "MY girl!" Then I pulled her pigtails again, impaling her on my cock over and over, saying each time, "MY girl! MY girl! MY girl!" I stared into Krissy's eyes the whole time.

Marie drooled on my cock and gagged. Then she came again. Krissy stopped her gyrations and stared open-mouthed at her mother cumming twice in a row merely from sucking cock.

I slowed the pace and force of my thrusts, allowing Marie to relax a bit after her orgasm. "I love the way you cum. Good girls always cum for their Daddy," I said while leisurely pumping my shaft into Krissy's mother's mouth.

When Krissy straightened up from having pantomimed sucking and getting fucked, I saw that her skimpy schoolgirl costume had mostly come undone. Only one button remained on the blouse, which had ridden up on her so that it was bunched up near her collar bone, exposing her breasts. The minuscule plaid skirt was so far askew that one hip and half of her ass was showing. After all that activity she was breathing hard, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked like she had just been fucked.

My cock pulsed in a spasm of lust and my pelvis lurched, thrusting my cock deeper into Marie's welcoming throat. The moment was so perfect that I laughed out loud. "Good girl," I said.

Leaning my head all the way back, tilting my face toward Krissy and smiling at her the whole time, I gripped her mother's head and thrust deep into her throat with each word I uttered: "Good. . . good . . . girl." Krissy stared open-mouthed, her breasts heaving and bouncing with exertion and lust.

When I finally came it felt like an explosion in my head and my groin simultaneously. I filled Marie's mouth so well that cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and onto her breasts. She smiled and rubbed my sperm into her nipples.

That night I dreamt of fucking fucking fucking. Fucking Marie in our bed. Fucking Marie on the kitchen table. Fucking Marie on the living room couch. Fucking Marie in the shower. And everywhere in my dream, Krissy was there, right next to us, whispering in my ear. Urging me on. Calling me Daddy. "Do it Daddy," she said. "Fuck her good."

I woke up with an aching hardon. I rolled over onto Marie and without any preliminaries drove my cock into her. She woke up immediately and wrapped her legs around my ass. "Do it Daddy. Fuck me good," she whispered in my ear, echoing her daughter's words from the dream.

The next night was Saturday. Christ, had this torture only been going on for less than a week? It seemed like forever, that my heart was going to burst from too many orgasms coupled paradoxically with too much unsatisfied lust. I really did need to check online about heart attacks. Krissy was going to kill me.

Most Saturdays Krissy went out on dates or with her girlfriends. Being such a knockout, she never lacked for boys asking her out, but she seldom stayed with any of them for more than a few weeks. To her credit -- and I chalk this up to her mother's sensible influence -- she was not like a lot of gorgeous girls, who become so used to men's attentions that they never get around to thinking about what they actually want from a young man beyond slavish attention and expensive gifts. Krissy almost never dated assholes, and the assholes who did make it through her screening disappeared after the first date.

Most of her dates were with a variety of guys -- sometimes the science kids, other times jocks and even a couple of shy boys who barely mustered the courage to say hello to her much less ask her out. If there was anything in common with the ones she stuck with, it was that they were decent kids who treated her with respect, even if they were chomping at the bit to get in her pants.

But even with her active social life, Krissy was not desperate to spend every weekend night on dates or on the prowl with her girl posse. It wasn't unusual at all that, like today, she would spend a quiet Saturday evening at home watching the tube or messing around on the internet.

I confess I was disappointed. I had hoped that she'd break the pattern of the last several days, have a nice evening out with friends, and maybe drop her cockteasing ways as a teenage lark that she had played out and finished. Then after a few days I could gather up the moral willpower to fix the damn door and we would be done with it. My marriage could go on without skirting the edge of ruin.

But no. Around the time that Marie and I settled into our bedroom so that she could indulge her Daddy fantasy, I saw the damn broken door drift open. The sound of music from Krissy's room got louder, shifting to more guitar-heavy rock songs.

I tensed up, and Marie could feel it. "What's the matter, Daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice. "Have you had a bad day?" She kissed my cock Hello, then buried the head in her mouth for a moment before releasing it with a pop. "You take such good care of us, Daddy. Let me make you feel good."

I bowed to the inevitable and let her suck me. I sighed as she began licking the length of my cock while jacking me off with one hand. It was only a matter of time, I knew.

Krissy didn't show for several minutes, lulling me into a sense of comfort and pleasure. Marie seemed to know exactly what would be both soothing and sexy. Her mouth bathed the tip of my cock while the fingertips of both hands caressed my rod.

Another song started up, and suddenly Krissy slid into view in the doorway like Tom Cruise in that movie from the eighties. She was dressed in a thong and a snug pullover blouse that was drawn tight over her big tits, showing every curve of her tits, her narrow waist and the flair of her hips. As the music heated up, she bounced and jiggled as much as she could, occasionally thrusting her hips forward. Her tits swayed and bounced under her top in such a way that it was almost hypnotic. Marie, meanwhile, was deep in her cocksucking trance, worshiping Daddy's rod.

"Daddy."

Slurp.

"Daddy."

Slurp.

"Love Daddy."

Then came the inevitable guitar solo. Krissy again raised her left hand in the air while her right hand went to her crotch. But there was no pretense this time that she was playing air guitar. Instead, she blatantly thrust her finger in and out of her pussy, while her right hand in the air swung about in circles like a rodeo rider swinging a lasso on a bucking horse. As the music went on, Krissy slowly circled around, undulating her hips in time to the music and her own self-pleasuring, exposing first her front, then her delicious tight round ass covered only by the thong. "Daddy," murmured Marie as her lips traced their way up my pole. "Love Daddy cock. Suck Daddy cock all night."

I think Krissy was either getting good at anticipating her mother's moans, or maybe the two sexpots, mother and daughter, were becoming psychically linked, because soon Krissy began mouthing the words that her mother was whispering. "Daddy," she mouthed as her mother spoke the actual words. "Love Daddy all night. Suck Daddy cock."

Marie shivered again and giggled with another orgasm, something that Krissy had come to recognize. Krissy stared at me in wonder for bringing her mother to orgasm merely by letting her suck me. Her fingers dug deeper in her pussy and started moving faster in and out while her mother moaned.

The music went on but Krissy was no longer paying attention to the beat. Instead, her masturbating thrusts took control, and she began writhing while still slowly twirling. She brought her hand to the hem of her blouse and pulled the clothing up to her collar, exposing her gorgeous tits to me. She began mauling her tits while finger fucking herself, biting her lower lip to keep from uttering any sound. Her eyes shut tight while she lost herself in the sensation, the same way her mother was lost in the haze of sucking and shivering, cumming on my cock. Then Krissy froze and shivered all over, a sight that I had seen her mother do countless times as she orgasmed. Krissy's eyes snapped wide open and she looked at me with wonder and helplessness. "Daddy," whispered Marie.

And Krissy silently mouthed the words after her: "Love Daddy."

For the first time Krissy wasn't smiling or laughing silently. All traces of irony and bemusement seemed to have drained out. She continued to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples, but her right hand had gone from thrusting in and out of her pussy to gently caressing her clit from the outside. Her eyes seemed almost pleading as she stared at me and mouthed, "Please, Daddy. Please." Then, even without the extra stimulation of finger fucking herself, she came again.

I pulled her mother's head down onto my cock and shot my sperm into her cock-loving mouth. "Good girl," I gasped, looking Krissy in the eye. "Daddy's girl."

I felt like I had turned a corner with Krissy. But turned where? Onto what road?

That night I had the stupidest, most obvious, most narcissistic dream imaginable. I dreamt that I lay on my back, my hard, engorged cock pointing up to the sky. My cock was enormous, bigger than the rest of my body, rising up ten feet, fifteen feet into the air. And I was cumming. Cumming buckets, cumming gallons, cumming in a giant stream like a fountain. And cavorting in the spray of my sperm were my two women, Marie and Krissy, naked and loving the spray of my cream covering their bodies, dancing and hugging each other and feeding each other handfuls of my cum and smearing more handfuls into their pussies and gaily approaching my giant cock to hug the shaft and rub themselves on the glory of my cock. Interpret THAT, Freud!

I woke up suddenly to the sound of screaming as I spurted into the womb of my wife, who had been fucking me cowgirl style even while I had been dreaming. "Fuck me Danny! Fuck me with your big cock!" Her ass rose and fell over my cock like an insane jackhammer pounding relentlessly. As I came, she squeezed her vaginal muscles to get every drop out of me. Then she collapsed on top of me, stuffing her nipple into my mouth.​