He joins in

"You know what, why not." Mr. Adams is having a bit of a change of heart with how he is viewing his daughters. He pulls his pants down, his respectable seven inch dick already stiff and ready to go. Cynthia looks up at her dad. He looks down at a fucktoy. He slams his cock into her previously unused mouth, making her loudly gag as she chokes on his cock. His rough treatment of his daughter encourages you, and you start pounding her even harder.

You slamming into her combined with her light weight pushes her up fully onto the desk and further down her dad's shaft. With your hands on her pigtails, Mr. Adams needs a handhold, so he points to her legs. "Mind handing me those?" You are all for using women like toys, but that seems like a little much. Seeing the look of concern in his eyes, he pipes up, "She has been in gymnastics for years." That settles it. You grab the front of her knees and rotate her legs up over her back. Once they are in range, Mr. Adams grabs her feet. With both of you having good handholds, you start pounding her from both ends.

The poor little thing between the two men has started to cry along with her chokes and gags. The two of you barely pay any attention, simple getting yourselves off, and it isn't quick, with you just relieving your balls twice in the last hour. Finally, after almost thirty straight minutes, her father pulls out of her mouth and blasts her in the face. You follow suit, filling her fertile young womb full of your seed, knocking her up almost instantly.

You give Cynthia a chance to breathe before taking her picture, her faked smile half covered by cum and the streaks from her tears on her cheeks. She holds her floral print panties in front of her matching dress, as you complete the Adams family set. With that final piece of business done, you shake Mr. Adams hand and go to leave.