Premature ejaculation is a great plague...

The Cruel Comparison

Antonio's cock twitched against Miranda's palm, his breath coming in ragged bursts as she stroked him through his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection with mocking precision.

"Mmm," she hummed, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she squeezed him just a little too hard, making him hiss. "Not bad, papà... but Stefano is thicker."

Antonio stiffened, his arousal warring with outrage.

"You little—"

Miranda dropped to her knees before he could finish, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his sleep pants and yanking them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, already leaking, the tip flushed a deep, angry red.

She cocked her head, studying him with exaggerated scrutiny, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"And longer," she added, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Poor papà. Did Mamma never tell you?"

Antonio's hands fisted at his sides, his pride bruised, his blood boiling—but his cock ached, betraying him.

"Shut your mouth," he growled.

Miranda grinned.

"Make me."

The Humiliating Blowjob

His daughter's luscious lips wrapped around him without warning, Miranda's tongue flattening against his shaft as she took him deep, her throatpussy fluttering around his tip in a way that made his knees buckle.

*Schluck!*

*Schluck*

*Schluck!!*

"F-Fuck—!" Antonio groaned, his hips jerking forward, the sinful father's fingers tangling in her hair.

Miranda gagged—dramatically—the slender vixen's grey eyes watering as she pulled back, his throbbing cock slipping from her red lips with a lewd pop.

"Ohgod, you taste like an old man," she whined, wrinkling her nose. "Stefano fills my throat much better."

Antonio saw red.

How dare he touch his daughter... Or was he enraged just because he didn't call dibs on the pale vixen's tight pussy first?

He yanked her forward, his cock slamming back into her mouth, his hips pumping in short, furious thrusts.

"Suck it, puttana," he snarled, his voice rough with lust and rage. "Suck your father’s cock like the whore you are."

Miranda moaned around him, her fingers digging into his thighs, her submission feigned but her arousal real.

And then—

"Fuck—!"

Antonio’s balls tightened, his orgasm ripping through him with embarrassing speed. The middle-aged man's cock pulsed, his cum shooting down Miranda’s throat in thick, slimy spurts as she gagged, his daughter's eyes rolling back.

Too fast.

"Are we done already?"

Too soon.

"Wash I that good? Strange... Stefano won't bust a load until my throat is shore."

Pathetic.

The Twisted Kiss

Miranda pulled away, his cum dripping from her lips, her chest heaving as she swallowed with exaggerated effort.

"Ohmygod, daddy..." she panted, her soft contralto full of mockery. "You finished before... I even started."

Antonio’s face burned with humiliation, his cock shrunk in shame, the middle-aged man's body betraying him.

But Miranda wasn’t done.

She rose to her feet, the pale vixen's sticky fingers gripping his jaw, her mouth crushing against his before he could react.

"Hmmph!!"

His own cum flooded his mouth, bitter and thick, her tongue forcing it past his lips as she kissed him with vicious triumph.

Antonio choked, his stomach churning, the sinful father's cock twitching back to life against his will.

"Y-You are disgusting," he growled, his hands clenching on her wide hips.

Miranda laughed, her breath hot against his lips.

"You loved it."

And the worst part?

She was right.