My dad's moans were a testament to me doing a good job, so I thought. So I hoped. I kept at it, pleasuring my father with my mouth for what felt like hours. Up and down. Up and down. His p***s slid in and out of my mouth while my tongue caressed it on all sides. He placed one hand on my head after a while, but just held it there gently. But not long after, I felt his other hand slide onto my scalp. His fingers tangled in my hair and his moaning grew louder.
Refusing to get distracted, I squeezed my lips tighter around his p***s while my head continued its up and down movements. Still stroking him, I licked and lapped at every side of his p***s in my mouth. Faster. Up and down. I stroked him. His breathing was getting louder. Faster. I licked the tip of his p***s and it twitched. I quicken
