'You shouldn’t be watching this.' She doesn’t look up as she takes him deeper, tongue swirling like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Daddy stands there frozen—one hand in her hair, the other gripping the doorframe like he might stop it but won’t. Mommy stays still behind the wood, breath hitching as her daughter bobs faster, spit dripping down his shaft. No lube needed when that mouth works magic. When he finally groans and pulls out just before cumming all over her chest? She wipes it off with a smirk and says ‘Good boy.’—like this was always part of the plan.
