Emily makes out with you

She leans into you and starts to sloppily make out with you. At this point there is no way she doesn't taste her father's cock as she tongues your mouth. You keep jerking his cock and 'accidentally' bump her chin with it as you do so. This causes Emily to recoil in surprise. She has a little bit of your spit/his precum glistening on her face now.

Mr. Fowler's tongue is pushing you right to the edge. The pressure is building in your clit to the point it is almost painful.

Oh you are only barely still jerking his cock because of the sensations flowing through your groin, and the vision of you best friend.

"Oh Daddy, it is so hard to stroke your cock while you are doing that to me!" You moan, you keep riding his face as you haphazardly play with his cock.

Then you feel a hand wrap around yours and start to do the jerking for you. You look down, and it is Emily's hand guiding your jerking motions. That image is enough to set you off and you start to cum hard.

"OH FUCK, YES DADDY." You squeal.

You black out for a second. The next thing you know, you are lying on your side on the bed, breathing heavily. In front of you sits Mr Fowler, still naked, staring at his daughter, who has slipped back onto the floor. You push yourself up on your hands and try to read the room.