I can still hear the primal beat booming from the club we just abandoned, primitive, insistent, as you slowly pop one button, then another.“Don’t ...ease,” I chide, “Daddy needs cock.” Daddy’s a greedy cum pig, I think to myself, as you grip my head, pulling my face towards your hips. “Mmm, no underpants. I approve!” And smiling at the smooth swollen shaft, half exposed and hanging expectantly between your legs, I am reminded of the balls I had already drained that evening. I reach into your. Casey still loved his wife, and showed that affection regularly. When he came home from work he always stopped in the kitchen and gently took her arms in his large hands and softly kissed her on the forehead or cheek. Her hands were usually covered in flour or grease, her mind on what was in the oven, or about to go in. She’d advise him that he had just enough time to take a shower and rest for half an hour before dinner would be ready.This Tuesday was like all the other days of the work-week.. .Later after many days I realized why she was so mad with me asshole and that is a separate story…for now this was all getting to my head and all I wanted to do was to push her and insert into her…i guess it was the animal instinct in me that time but due to the nervousness I just lied there being fingered and licked. After some time she sat on my face -69 position with her panty off….I spelled a pussy for first time and just started licking like a dog..I don’t know what I licked was her urine. Come here," Mike drawled lazily."Oh, Daddy!" Lani squealed as she moved toward her father."Look what you've done to your daddy," Mike said, gesturing toward his crotch."Ooooh, you're hard already! And you're soooo huge!" Lani cried as she eyed the strong bulge of the man's cock against his fly. She moistened her lips. "Let me kiss it!"With a grin, Mike slid the zipper down. His cock sprang into his daughter's hand - hard and thick, its head glossy and pink. She knelt before him, opening her.