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Her father jabbed his crotch yet again into her hand. It was the fifth time this evening. She had actually made a mental note of each one as it occurred. She just could not understand him. It was like an idea just popped into his head, that made him think she had somehow backtracked on her promise to get him off.

As a matter of fact, it was just two damn nights ago when she eagerly nodded her head over and over at his crushing demand before he clicked away to purchase the plane tickets. She even gave him a fast, little grope through his pants for good measure!

But the agreement was that she would jerk him off back at the hotel during Mom’s shower, after they had returned after the show and dinner.

They had just now gotten into line at this upscale Michelin-nominated steak house that was three blocks up from the theater where their show just ended. The Broadway play was simply marvelous, there was no other way to put it! This was their second attendance at the same show even. They came to see their first one like four years ago. But that was before this bullshit pandemic, when she could pay for her own damn airfare and what not. But then Covid murdered the business back at the little taco place that she and mom ran quite successfully since the middle of 2018.

It felt like the actors put 300 percent into it. You could feel their energy just wash over you and hit you in the gut. Everyone in the audience did! The applause and cheers throughout therefore were totally at another level. Our eardrums were a bit kaput by the end. But we had a grand time! And it was surely nice seeing people still staying positive and strong, and trying hard to restart a near normal life as the pandemic still hangs about.

Rebecca was literally hard-pressed herself at the moment by yet another unabashed poke from her needy father.

She heaved an annoyed sigh and slowly turned around to him rolling her eyes.

“You don’t need it right here, right now–do you?”, she whispered sarcastically.

It was at this same time that mom turned around to excuse herself to the restroom, saying “Hey, you two get seated first. I will look for you guys!”

It must be the latte she’d gotten right before the show at a corner cafe across the street. She had complained about a funny aftertaste, but downed it anyways despite that.

Donald eagerly hurried his wife on, “That sounds marvelous!”

But as it turns out, he was not even speaking to her; he was responding rather to his daughter’s amusing eryaman arabaya gelen escortlar reply. He looked around to see that there was no one behind him, but still two parties ahead of them.

He curled his arm around his daughter’s waist and pulled her into him. He then grinned and led her eyes to the neat tent in his trousers.

He pressed a kiss into her cheek, and whispered “You’re one kinky bitch–aren’t you, Sweetie?!”

He took two fingers to his zipper, and flagrantly led it down ever-so-slowly while throwing his hips out.

Rebecca almost screeched at the outright effrontery of her dad’s unbecoming actions. She was silently awed by this impossible man. He was hilarious. He was dangerous. He was sexy as hell!

She was besides herself, finding herself totally smothered with lust and absolutely ready and willing to extricate the man juice out of this sick bastard’s aching balls.

“Yup–that I am, Sir! Absolutely, man!”

Don let out a proud little giggle as his baby playfully elbowed his side.

Rebecca kept a constant eye out around her as she began her naughty work. The big window looking out into the street was a bit worrying.

“Hey, show me how you like it!” she asked him quietly with a sexy wink.

Taking a last look around, Don went into his pants and brought out his semi-erect manhood. It looked about five inches even now. Would he hit the seven mark later?

Rebecca loved it! It was sheeny and had a neat girth to it. The conical cockhead was on the small side though. His rod had this very amusing, little dip of a slope partway up from the tip. Only now getting to set her virgin eyes on dad’s madcap wiener, made her almost regret she was not blowing him instead! Well, there’s always next time, right?

“You look cute, Dad!”

Don let out a soft, welcoming moan as Rebecca had her father take her two fingers to where he liked them to be. Her thumb was placed just aft of the ridge on his cap; as her index finger took a spot on his shaft just below the piss slit.

She made a simple test run to see if he was content with the placement.

“How am I doing, dad?

“Mmmm, baby–you’re a natural!” he groaned in delight, as Rebecca kept a soft grip on him while making slow, nurturing tugs along his length to and away from his body.

She looked up at her dad and a grin spread across her young face. He had closed his eyes, blocking out the outside world. He was reveling every second her dainty sincan escort bayan fingers were making both increasingly more peppy and nippy slides to take him over the edge. His intensifying grips to her hip told her she was gaining ground fast. He had wobbled and lost his footing a couple of times, as his body jolted in response to his growing pleasure and orgasmic state. Her dad felt like a fleshy, broomstick between her soft fingers right about now.

Don rested his head into hers, kissing her head through her hair. His lust buildup was near complete. He was ready to spill his goods for her. His baby-batter needed to be extricated from his tortured nuts. He was all too ready to take the final abuse her fingers can exert on his manhood.

“Oh honey–take daddy there, won’t you?”

Rebecca nodded so willingly. “Yeah–absolutely! Just tell me how.”

Don smooched her about the temple as he replied in a stressed whisper.

“Tighten your grip more, and let your hand fly!”

She did as she was told. She pinched down harder; and darted that thick skin over his penis to and fro with swift glides, using smart flexes only at the wrist. She knew she would bring attention upon themselves, if she were to jerk with her entire arm!

His breathing now got more stressed and rapid. His face had become flushed. He had switched his grip from her hip to her shoulder. It was becoming more like an anvil grip now.

Rebecca panicked now. She just realized she had not planned how at all to handle Dad’s indubitable cum-shot barrage of unfettered fury.

Luckily, the two parties ahead of them were then called simultaneously by the hostess. She was making her way back to her little booth after escorting the people into the dining hall, which could be made out through the tainted glass on the pair of heavyset wooden doors just behind her.

“Ehh, ehhh…..I’m going to fucking come, honey!” Donald seethed joyously.

Rebecca can only imagine the pleasurably anguished faces his father was undoubtedly making behind his blue face mask once he came. Thanks to dumb Covid, she can only imagine shit now! This priceless. corporeal display of a father’s total carnal gratification from a grateful daughter’s dissolute act of reciprocation for his love for her was forever lost!

She made a stern self-promise to redeem herself at a future date. When this crazy pandemic is truly over, she’ll ride his cock like there’s no tomorrow. She’ll lean in close to examine every anguished gölbaşı sınırsız escort line and fault that may form across his seared face. Up yours, Covid-19!!

The hostess asked her for proof of vaccination or negative testing in order to be seated. It was then she reached down for a water bottle in her booth, and turned her back to them to take some sips.

“Sure, I’ve got them in my purse here somewhere!”

She actually didn’t even got a purse. Rebecca just needed the excuse to quickly kneel down to take her dad’s promising load. She freed an ear loop from one side of her head, and just let her face mask swing around from the other ear.

Her Dad had now finally opened his dreamy eyes, and looked down eagerly as he nestled his now sweltering cock onto her gently folded tongue.

He made very muted concupiscent moans and gasps as he nutted feverishly down her nasty throat. One upon the tail of another, onerous blasts of baby-making juice pelted themselves right into her mouth.

“Oooooh…….”

“Aaaaaargh………”

Each blast packed a good punch, so much so that she could tally a score of six shots in all.

After he was spent, Don drew himself away off of his daughter’s tongue. Sweat was still popping up across his forehead when the hostess finally turned to him, after replacing her face mask. He had not yet time to catch his breath still.

“How many of you will be dining with us tonight, Sir?”

Rebecca finally let out a sigh of relief, fearing for a moment there that they were busted for sure. But through some very incredible luck, they got away with it! She began to lap clean the messy tip of her still shaking father, even while he was up above trying hard to put words together to reply the lady. She boldly followed up with a loving kiss on his tip.

“Wooooh, three…..yea, three I suppose?” Don replied in a weak, raspy voice as his body jolted to the death kiss.

The hostess looked funny at him as she jot down the information on her roster.

Rebecca got back up now, tidied her hair a bit and fixed up her face mask. She produced the vaccination cards from her coat pocket and laid them on the hostess’ desk.

“Here you go!” she said merrily.

Don turned aside to quickly slip his cock back into his pants. But before he could even do so, he saw his wife walking up upon him. She had returned from the restrooms that were located down the stairwell just off to the right of the main entrance door.

“Don…have you gone mad?!!” she screeched in utter horror at the totally abhorrent sight.

She then charged at her husband, smacking him again and again across his chest with her handbag.

“What kind of sick man are you?!” she blasted.

Both Rebecca and the hostess now lifted their heads up to see what all the commotion was.

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