But then there was relief, warm, wet relief. In my dream, my daughter's mouth was around my c**k, licking it while her lips held it tight. Her head was bobbing up and down on my long shaft, sucking it. It felt so real, too real.
I awoke from my haze and looked down. There she was, my daughter on all fours between my legs, ass in the air, lips wrapped around my c**k head. Her right hand was wrapped around my shaft, stroking it up and down as she took her lips away and licked. Then she put it back into her mouth again and sucked.
"Jess? What the f**k are you doing?" I shouted.
She jumped, looking up. She pulled her lips off my c**k. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean, why are you sucking my c**k?"
"You were hard, Daddy. You were hard most of the night. I thought it'd make you feel better.
