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“I was afraid you were going to say that,” she sighed. “When in Rome, I guess.” I kissed and cuddled her, and we waited. It was worse than she expected, from her pained hiss as it happened, but it was over in only a moment. Plus, I knew just how to make it better! I helped her to her feet and back onto the bed, laying her down and getting between her thighs. God, there was a lot of it! This was the first time I'd ever gotten to taste one of Brucie's entire loads, rather than just tiny bits of it off my fingers, and I dove in eagerly. Daddy wasn't ready to go again yet, so he laid down beside us, he and Mom passionately making out, while he ran his fingers into my hair at the back of my head and held me tightly down into her pussy. God, I loved that! I was happily doing it anyways, but the idea of him making me do it was just so, so hot! She pushed me gently away after the first time I made her cum, so I crawled up and collapsed on her opposite side, snuggling close.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his bicep, thick with muscle from lifting and working in his day-to-day job. She laced her fingers through the curly hairs on his arm, locking herself into her favourite position. Her face rested on the sleeve of his white work polo, the textured fabric rubbing against her cheek. She glanced up to her dad’s face, the light of the TV playing across his stubbled face and exhausted expression. He was barely paying attention, mostly zoning out after his long day. She nuzzled closer to him and breathed deeply. Besides being close to her dad, another reason Sarah loved these nightly cuddles was being able to smell her dad. Even after a long day of work, he never seemed to smell bad, and in fact it mostly enhanced his musk. It was hard to describe, but it was mostly smoky, with some savoury notes as well, something like a campfire meal she always thought. It was hearty and comforting to her and always made her feel better no matter what sort of day she had.

As like all the other times she spent a minute at least inhaling the scent of his crotch, but holding off on the usual tongue bath, she instead continued her climb. Her slim stomach and breasts slid along her father’s muscular and hairy chest until she was lying almost directly over him. He puffed away noisily under the tubes of his CPAP machine none the wiser, a frustrating device that prevented her from exploring his mouth as well.