Back in Coach Parker's room, Plum was sat on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but his socks and a baseball cap. Rachel was kneeling on the floor, between his legs, avidly sucking his d**k. If Marge Halloway's oral s*x technique spoke of experience, Rachel's was more natural and God-given. She had blown a lot of d**k in her relatively tender years, but she had been a natural from the start.
She was deep-throating her dad with aplomb. He was leaning back, his arms stretched out behind him, as her head bobbed up and down with a glug, glug, glug sound. What seemed like gallons of saliva was flowing down his shaft and soaking into his pubic hair. Plum was big in both length and girth, but his daughter was able to swallow him whole, her lips touching the base of his c**k. If she had a gag r
