As much as I loved swallowing Daddy's salty c*m, Mum had made my t**s so sensitive I wanted his length on them rather than between my lips just now.
I let his wet c**k slip out of my mouth. 'Dad, I want you to f**k my t**s. I want to feel your big f*****g daddy d**k on them.'
He didn't need any more encouragement to get up on the table and sit astride me, first lifting me up and pulling my t-shirt over my head. It was good to be free of it. He slapped his meaty c**k on one tit and then the other, making my n*****s tingle. Then his c**k was sawing between my breasts as he pumped his hips, and my hands came up to push my t**s together, making a tight slippery channel for him as he slid back and forward, his throbbing lubricated shaft and purple mushroom head hot on my skin, his heavy balls
