Faster and faster he moved, a blur oscillating through her swelling lips, until he layered her tongue with thick ejaculate. It took considerable effor... to pull it down her gullet, for it continued to flow — seemingly without end — from the pulsing tip of his prick. She began to wonder about the quantity of sperm she might be forced to consume. What if I grow sick? What if I’m able to hold back my choking only to be filled beyond the breaking point in another way? She knew all too well what the. I knew she would correct that situation in moments. She looked down at my cock, then back up to my face, and her smile got even wider.I pointed to the floor in front of me, and she flowed to her knees before me, her face about an inch from my bobbing penis. Her mouth opened, poised to engulf me, and she raised her eyes to me, waiting for my instruction to begin. I smiled down at her. "Go ahead, show me what you can do."Her eyes stayed on me as her head came forward and the head of my cock went. As I moved my hand down lower, trying to find her opening, I felt her pussy lips dangling down. They were meaty–almost as long as my finger is across, swollen and blistering hot to the touch."Ohhh, Daddy… please, please play with my pussy!" she whimpered softly. Well, she didn't have to ask twice! I slipped two fingers into her molten depths, splitting them slightly and running one on either side of her extended clit to capture it between them. I curled my fingers around her pubic bone and. Soon he had two fingers in my ass and the sensations drove me wild. “Can I do this to your… your…”“For God’s sake Jake. Say it. Say ‘Pussy.’”“Okay. Can I finger your pussy?”“Yes, but use your other hand.”“Oh,” he said, thinking I didn't want his ass-fingers in my pussy. He started to pull them out.“No, no! I mean – leave your fingers in my ass and use your other hand. That way you can really feel the difference." The fingers of his other hand slid up and down my wetness as he slowly explored my.