Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 8)

Eric gasped in surprise.

Melinda then pushed him back until he was sitting on the kitchen chair. She tugs the sweats off his bare feet and throws them off to the side.

“Oh, my god, Melinda, what are you doing?” Eric gasped but didn’t fight her when she pushed him on the chair.

“Having breakfast,” Melinda answered as she got down on her knees and covered his erect penis with her mouth. She sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Her lips and tongue were everywhere she could reach. She ignored her father’s moans and groans as he was almost there. Finally, when her jaw tired, she straddled on top of him, placing the tip of his penis on her vaginal lips.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” she screamed as his long shaft went to the bottom of her still saturated hole in one thrust.

As she rode her father, the chair squeaked and moved across the floor, threatening to collapse. After having so many climaxes last night, Eric knew that he could go on for a long time. Which he did, bringing her to climax after climax.

Melinda holds on to the chair as she throws her head back, her brown hair bouncing up and down.