Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 23)

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"Mmm... mmm... mmm..."

"Ah... you're so full of desire..."

"Mmm... ahh..."

"Should I keep squeezing like this? Or should I suck on them?"

"Hiss... Daddy..."

"What is it?"

"It's poking me..."

"Where?"

"Right there... mmm..."

"But your frock and my lungi are in the way... what could possibly be poking you?"

"It feels like a crowbar; what do a few layers of cloth matter?"

"Shall we take the clothes off? Then it'll poke even harder..."

"What if Mom comes, Daddy?" 



"Mom? You're my daughter... but you're a slut..."

"Why??"

"You were just saying Mom might come, yet you pulled my lungi right off..."

"It was getting in the way... hiss..."

"Alright... shall I take off your frock?"

"No... it'll be hard to put back on if Mom comes..."

"It'll be even harder to put on if I stay..."

"Then what shall we do?"

"Alright... you aren't wearing anything underneath, right?"

"You were the one who ordered me not to..."

"Is that so?" he said, sliding his hand under my frock and gently caressing my breasts. “Hiss... Daddy...”

“What is it, daughter?” he asked, pushing his fingers inside.



“Hiss... I asked you to push *that* in, but why are you pushing your fingers?”

“I need to make some room with my fingers first...”

“Aww... uff...”



“...so I can push *that* in later.”


“Ahh... Daddy... hiss...”

“Your field has become quite tight and intense...”

“Mmm... plow it quickly, Daddy...”


“It’s not convenient here... and if I were to lay you down on the ground, it’s all mud...”


“Oh, come on... just do something, Daddy... don't leave me hanging like this when I'm aching for it...”

“Mmm... mmm... wait a second...” he said as he knelt down.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” I asked.

“Just trying to satisfy that itch of yours a little...” he replied, burying his face in my frock and gently biting my flower.

“Ahh...” I involuntarily spread my thighs wide.

Dad squeezed both my buttocks and teased the folds of my pussy with his tongue. I jerked slightly, feeling a sudden jolt of sensation. He planted a soft kiss and asked, “How does that feel?” I just hissed softly in response.



Dad hoisted my right leg onto his shoulder. As he did, it felt as though my pussy was being pried wide open. Stroking my right thigh with one hand and squeezing my buttock with the other, he grasped one of my labia with his lips and gave it a gentle tug.

“Aww...” I cried out, pressing his head firmly against me. Then, he moved to the other side...

“Mmm... Daddy... sss...”

“Oh my... it’s as soft and creamy as fresh clotted cream... mmm... mmm... mmm...”

“Sss... uff... Da... ddy...”

“Like this... does it feel good? How about with my fingers?”

“Hiss... you’re killing me, Daddy... Mmm... Hiss... eat it up...”

“Oh God... the way you say ‘come on’... Mmm... Mmm...”

“Hiss... Mmm... Mmm... Oh... Ahh... Uff... More... more... deeper inside... Hiss... Daddy...”

“Mmm... *slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp*...”

“Hiss... Hiss... Hiss... Hiss... Oh my... what ecstasy, Daddy... Mmm... eat it up... chew it...”

“Oh God... there’s so much honey inside... Mmm... Mmm...”

He kept poking at it, just like a little boy fiddling with an ice cream cup. The craving was driving me wild, right to the core. My pussy was melting and flowing like rain against the roughness of Daddy’s tongue. “Hiss... oh my... this pleasure is enough... Mmm... oh God... hiss... hiss... if it feels this good with just your mouth, that thrusting might just kill me... Mmm... hiss... deeper... inside... hiss... hiss... slurp it up, Dad... is your daughter’s pussy... that tasty?... Mmm... Mmm...”

“Hiss... ah... did you save all this nectar just for Dad, darling?... Mmm... mmm... *slurp*... *slurp*... *slurp*...”

“Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... Mmm... mmm... mmm... Daaad... Daaad...”
“*Slurp*... *slurp*... *slurp*...”

“Hiss... hiss... hiss...”

Just as we were melting into bliss and catching our breath, we heard the sound of someone climbing the stairs. We both snapped back to reality instantly. Dad stood up and adjusted his lungi; I pulled my frock back down. As we stepped out from our hiding spot, we saw mom walking towards us, asking, “What are a father and daughter up to?”



Seeing mom, a sudden pang of jealousy hit me; I pinched Dad hard and muttered, “Well, she’s here now. Go have your fun with her.” Dad stifled a yelp of pain and said, “Honey! How are you?”