Arriving home, dad drove the car into the garage, we unloaded and, each with his own backpack, went upstairs. Arkasha walked with us, carrying, in addition to a backpack, also a tent. When my father opened the door, we brought our belongings into the apartment, put them on the mezzanine, took turns taking showers and began to go about our business - dad making work calls, and Vika and Arkasha watching funny videos on the Internet. Well, I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. This time I decided not to bother and just heat up the meat pie. But for dessert I had a very interesting dish.
I called everyone over for dinner, and I went into the living room and took an ottoman from the sofa. It was quite compact, and, most importantly, silky and soft. So it will be convenient for me. And the family had already taken a place at the table, everyone was delighted with the smell of the pie and now they were just waiting for it to cool down. I entered the kitchen last, awkwardly fiddling with the ottoman in my hands. Placing it on the floor next to Dad's chair, I began cutting the cake. When everyone had pieces of the aromatic dish on their plates, we started eating.
As I devoured the pie, I couldn't help but think about dessert. Vika and Arkasha also sometimes glanced at the ottoman, then at me, smiling knowingly. Each look like this made me blush and lower my eyes. Finally, dad finished the pie, and I finished off my piece. After wiping my mouth with a napkin, I asked my father:
- Dad, did you like it?
- Daughter, as always, you prepared a great dinner!
I smiled contentedly and stared at dad. He looked at me questioningly, so there was nothing left to do but rise from his seat and kneel directly on the soft ottoman. It was quite comfortable for me to sit like that, resting my heels on my butt. Placing my palms on my father's fly, I began to stroke his penis through the fabric of his trousers, while simultaneously pressing my firm breasts against my father's knees.
The penis began to come to life, and I slowly opened the lock on my trousers and pulled it out into the light. The sight of a small, but such a desirable organ excited me, I opened my mouth and licked my lips, like a little girl at the sight of a tasty delicacy. Putting my neat feet on top of each other, I stood up on the ottoman, raising my ass so that my face was exactly above my dad's dick. My father carefully stroked my head and leaned over and kissed my forehead. I smiled gently, stuck out my tongue again and lightly touched it to the trembling member, which immediately twitched from my caresses.
Dad relaxed, and I began to tease him, covering his penis with kisses. It was especially pleasant to spank myself on the cheeks and nose with it, and watch the reaction of my father, who could barely restrain himself from grabbing me by my blond silky hair and pushing my mouth onto his penis. Daddy looked at me enthusiastically and at the same time pleadingly, his face literally twitched in convulsions. And I shamelessly continued to play with his dick, still not letting it into my hot little mouth.
As a child, I loved to put my little hand in my father's hand, and I was always surprised at how big his hand was. Now my palms, although they remained miniature compared to my father's, did wonderful things to my father. Squeezing my penis with my fist, I moved the skin up and down, watching my dad's face, which looked at me with some amazing look - submissive and, oddly enough, threatening. I stopped in fear, thinking that he didn't like it. But the father wheezed:
- Continue...
I continued, increasing the amplitude. Bending over, I wanted to take my dad's shriveled testicles into my mouth. My father reacted to this attack with a silent groan and put both hands on my shoulders, hugging his affectionate daughter to him. From such treatment, I felt a delightful tension in my lower abdomen, and impatiently wiggled my toes, anticipating what was about to happen.
It was not for nothing that my father looked at me menacingly. It was very difficult for him to restrain himself, and when daddy's right testicle was in my mouth, he completely used his hands. With a smack, I released the object of my caresses and began to work on the left one, which was equally wrinkled. At this point my father literally growled and grabbed me by the hair. I cried out questioningly, as if I didn't know what would happen next.
He pushed me onto his dick as hard as he could, I opened my mouth wide and, with a squelch, took almost half of my dad's pulsating flesh into my wet, hot depths. My father removed his hand, allowing me to move on my own, slide along the penis, tightly hugging it with my lips and helping myself with my tongue. The magnificent smacking sounds sent me into ecstasy, and the feeling of a hot cock ramming my little baby mouth was simply fantastic. With my palms I kneaded and tormented my breasts with hard pink nipples.
After a while, it was as if fireworks were exploding inside me, and a tsunami of pleasure rose between my tightly clenched legs, overwhelming me completely, headlong. I fluttered on the dick and almost didn't realize what I was doing, moaning loudly and shaking my head from side to side.
