Catbird

Antoine sipped his coffee. This was the life. Late morning before he went to the restaurant. His loving wife up at eye level, kissing him passionately, reverently. His slutty stepdaughter down below, sloppily bobbing her mouth up and down his rod. He groaned into his wife's mouth, one large hand palming Brooke's skull, her blonde hair tight in a ponytail. He pulled her up and down his eleven-inch pole, making her gag as more and more drooled pooled on his balls, leaking down his thigh.

Time had worn down the privacy that they'd purportedly aimed for. It wasn't a secret, and the notion of catching Antoine with the other was an irrelevancy. So the curtains had fallen, as it were, and while they weren't ever going to be intimate with one another, they bonded over their shared intimacy with Antoine.

"She's improving," Allie said, impressed despite herself.

"Well, she's been working at it every day," Antoine agreed. Brooke's face was getting sloppy with spittle and precum.

"Her school results would tend to agree with that," Allie said, giving her daughter a brief, glowering look. But that receded as Antoine got close, pulling out.

"Give me your nut Daddy," Brooke pleaded. Antoine pulled out of her throat noisily, jerking his huge cock a half dozen times, before hosing down Brooke's face in his potent seed.

Allie looked down at her daughter, a mixture of jealousy and guilt playing across her face before acceptance.

"You've got chemistry in an hour, you better get ready," she finally said.

"Fuck that, I've got all the chemistry I need here," Brooke said, smiling cheekily.