"That's probably your mom," Chuck says, opening his eyes and staring at his daughter's firm t**s as she sits astride his c**k. "Her timing really sucks." He says, trying to turn his body to reach the phone.
"I'll get it," Ellie says, leaning down and stretching her arm towards the nightstand. Her sensitive n*****s are barely touching his chest, but it feels like sparks arcing from loosely connected jumper cables. Grabbing the phone, she sits back up before pressing the button.
"Hello," she says, slowly swiveling her hips to rock her p***y on her daddy's c**k.
"Hi Ellie, it's mom." Chuck can hear his wife's voice through the phone. "What are you doing?"
"Just trying to get daddy up," she says and Chuck rolls his eyes at the double entendre. She's clearly enjoying the idea of talking to
