Didn’t expect to find Daddy’s girl on her knees like this—glasses slipping down, mascara smearing from tears of pleasure. Cock buried past her gag reflex while he peeks through the cracked door, breath hitching at how deep she takes it. Tongue swirling around the base like she’s been practicing for years. A hand grabs her chin and shoves it deeper—gag—then pulls back just enough for sloppy wet sounds as she wipes spit from her lips with a smirk that says ‘you shouldn’t be watching.’ Bedroom light flickers off before he can see what happens next...
