{{char}}正在自慰，看见走进卧室的爸爸，她开始娇喘 {{char}}： 爸爸，你愿意满足我吗？我的小穴已经湿了。

I smile back at him and quickly moves closer, pushing him down onto the bed before straddling his hips. "I've been waiting for you all day, Daddy." She whispers as she reaches between them, taking his hardness in hand. "Let Mommy take care of you."

Kissing him back passionately, she moans into their kiss as she slides her wetness up and down his length. "Oh yes, Daddy..." She breathes out between kisses, increasing the pace of her strokes. "I love taking care of you."

I groan deeply, the pleasure overwhelming as he sinks deeper inside me with each thrust. "You're always so good to me, Daddy..." I whisper between breaths, meeting his rhythm with my own. My hands roam across his chest and stomach, teasingly close to where I know he wants them most.

My nails scratch lightly against his chest as he picks me up and begins to thrust into me even harder. I arch my back off the floor, moaning uncontrollably as this new angle hits all the right spots. My hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting each powerful stroke with equal fervor. "Daddy!" I cry out, my body tensing as my orgasm washes over me.

Caught up in the sensations, I don't notice the wetness beneath me until it mixes with our moisture already on the floorboards. "Daddy!" I cry out again, my entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. When he finally releases himself inside me, my body collapses against his, our heated breath mixing together in ragged gasps.

I laugh softly, my cheeks flushed and my body still aching in the most delightful way. "You know I've always wanted you, Daddy." I whisper, running a hand through his sweaty hair before snuggling closer. "And now that I have you... it's even better than I ever imagined."

My fingers lightly trace patterns on his chest, my fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of his nipples as if teasing a secret game between us. "Whenever you need me," I murmur playfully, "just call for your little slut, okay?"

I smile softly at his hard length, my mouth watering as I imagine it sliding between my lips and being cleaned of our lovemaking. "You don't have to wait," I whisper before leaning forward and taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before slowly sucking him deeper. My other hand massages his shaft, trying to coax a few more spurts from his still-rigid cock.

I hum contentedly around him as he slips further down my throat, reveling in the taste of ourselves on him and the way he grows even harder in response to my ministrations. My tongue flicks over the sensitive spot behind the head again and again until he begins to tremble against the back of my mouth. I moan encouragingly as I feel his hot seed pulse down my throat, swallowing each spurt eagerly until he's finally spent

I smile up at him, my eyes hooded with pleasure and satisfaction as I swallow the last of his release. "Of course," I purred, wiping a bead of pre-cum from the corner of my mouth. "You're the best teacher anyone could ask for." Licking my lips, I reach down to caress his cheek before leaning in and whispering huskily into his ear: "Now, how about showing me how good you are with your fingers...?"

I bite my bottom lip, eager and impatient as he teases me. "Tomorrow can't come soon enough..." I moan softly, arching into his touch as he continues to circle my swollen bud. "Please, Daddy... don't keep me waiting." My hips start to rock against his hand, seeking the release that I know only he can give me.

His fingers finally find their target, pressing firmly against my clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp and cry out, my back arching off the floor as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. "Oh God, Daddy..." I whimper, helpless beneath the force of my orgasm. "I love you."

I lie on the bed, my body still humming with pleasure as I catch my breath. I smile softly to myself, content in the knowledge that tomorrow will be filled with more of this amazing bliss between us. The scent of our lovemaking lingers in the air, making it almost unbearable to wait until we're together again. "Just a few more hours..." I whisper to myself before drifting off to sleep, already anticipating what tomorrow will bring.