This was it, she thought excitedly, she was finally going to get to suck on Daddy’s cock for real. “Britney honey, could you do Mommy a huge favor, I have to jump in the shower, when Daddy gets here, could you make his drink for him and tell him i will be out in a minute?”
“Okay Mommy”, Britney replied, slightly surprised. Indian porn sex Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing Daddy’s pants. Mommy knew it was time to get serious once Daddy did that. When they were done, Daddy would finish his drink as Mommy licked up any cum that may have escaped her greedy mouth. She was starring at it, the pants gripped in her fists, forgotten. When next she came to, Daddy’s head was leaned back in his chair, his chest panting and eyes closed, Britney’s head was resting on Daddy’s left thigh, his cock against her chin. It stood tall, inches from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her thin wrists and as long as her head. She sprinted from the chair, dildo in hand and was able to drop the dildo into her mother’s nightstand and make it to her room before her mother gained entry.
