“Go down and give it a kiss and watch me blow every which way.” “I want to suck,” I whine. His curse is ragged. “Two sucks. That’s it.” I jump up and down with excitement, and he looks near-death watching my breasts bounce, his hand jacking faster, his big feet shifting on the floor, a lump bobbing in his throat, as if something is coming. Instinctively, I hurry to my knees, taking over the job of milking him, though it takes my two hands, instead of one. “Oh, my goodness, Daddy, it looks so much bigger from down here.”
