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[ his face is relatively neutral but his eyes are wide and dark and intense as he watches her; he's shifting to straddle her chest, getting her proper reach to his cock but remaining firmly above her.

he's already evidently half hard, with just the situation. ]

[ she reaches out for him, before catching herself -- maybe that's not what he wants. he'd tell her, right? so she just sits there, hand tentatively outstretched to touch his cock, and finally she looks up at him, eyes wide, face a deep red. between stuttering breaths, she sheepishly stammers out -- ]

D-do you want my hand or my mouth...?

Your mouth. That's all it's good for.

[ he murmurs, voice thick as he shifts forward more as if for emphasis, not touching her now except to drop his hand down and tangle fingers into her hair and force her head to tilt up. ]

Ah --

[ that's right. that's all it's good for. that's all any part of her is good for. her head tilts up easily enough, and when she speaks it's with just a hint of contentment behind the trepidation and need. ]

Yes, father.

[ and she leans forward as much as she's able, running her tongue broadly, slowly against the underside of his length ]

[ his fingertips tighten and curl into her hair at the hint of that in her tone but he doesn't point it out, exhaling quietly at the sensation as he gets fully hard -- pushing his hips a bit down, urging for more ]

[ she gives a few more licks before taking him entirely into her mouth, all the way down to the hilt, now making sure to keep eye contact with him as she swirls her tongue idly around the base of his cock. ]

[ he shudders and his eyes slide half-shut; he stops himself from fucking into her mouth immediately but his hips do threaten it, with a little shallow back and forth movement, forcing her head to tip up more with that. ]

[ she hums a little around him, hips bucking into the air as she lets him do as he pleases. she bobs her head with his thrusts, hands settling on his hips to push him forward encouragingly ]

[ he takes that as encouragement, his pace slowly starting to pick up, rolling his hips into her mouth and and then -- pushes forward even further, like he's trying to sink into her throat ]

[ she gags a bit, despite her enthusiasm -- but that's fine, it's okay, this is what she wanted, so she glides her tongue against him, flexing as if to coax him further, an affirmative noise rumbling from her throat ]

Good. You can take this, right?

[ his voice is low but throaty, intent, his cock twitching in her mouth and throat as he sinks in, before he rolls his hips - - a shallow move out then a full movement in. ]

[ She frantically mumbles out a couple of 'mmhm's around his dick, nodding as much as she can like this. Her eyes largen with panic -- of course she can take this. She can take anything he wants to give her. She's useful, she's a good doll -- ]

Good.

[ quiet but he doesn't sound all that reassuring, taking a harder grip in her hair to start more thoroughly fucking her mouth and throat, the angle making it messy and awkward. ]

[ there's another pleased noise, and she tries to shift to make it easier for him to fuck her mouth, pulling against his grip just to straighten her throat out more for him ]

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