Joan.
“Oh Daddy, please c*m… c*m into my filthy mouth,” I begged shamelessly, my voice muffled and wet around his thick c**k. “I want to taste you… I want you to fill my throat like the dirty slut I am for you. Please, Daddy… I’ve been starving for your cum.”
I was begging like a good girl.
Like the perfect, obedient wife to his son.
Like the desperate w***e who had craved her father-in-law’s c**k for months while her husband left her hungry and unsatisfied every single night.
My hand pumped the base of his massive shaft while I sucked harder, drooling all over him, my other hand rubbing my c**t violently between my spread legs.
I was dripping messily onto the floor.
My p***y clenching with every thrust of my fingers as I chased my own orgasm.
“You want Daddy to c*m for you, rig
