Ivy was smiling as she let her hand slide up my c**k shaft, her gooey white fingers slipping around it. I held my breath. My daughter was just over my shoulder. I felt her hands running down over my collarbone and caressing my pectorals, massaging the lotion into my skin.
"Squirt some of that down here, Emma," Ivy said.
Emma did as she was told, squeezing the lotion on my tummy and along my chest. Ivy scooped up some in her hand while Emma massaged it into my ribs.
"Such a big c**k," Ivy said. "I'm going to need lots of lotion to cover all of it."
My head tilted back as Ivy's hands worked on my shaft, sliding up and down along its length, using the lotion as lubricant. One of her hands slipped further down, cupping my balls and rolling them in her hand, spreading the lotion. Then, whil
