Some standard fucking

'Sweety, Daddy's home!' The smell of his girls 'stinky' overwhelmed him when he opened the door. Babygirl was laying on the sofa away from him and was watching one of her barbie movies, while fingering her wet cunt. A nice enough sight.

He unzipped his pants, and the retarded girl happily opened up for his already throbbing cock. Her cunt still felt as thight as that first day two months ago. And even though they were having sex multiple times a day, he could still see her blink at the tears in her eyes when he entered her. After a few pumps, it always faded to a blissful smile that would last for hours after he was done with her..

He let out a big moan as he reached his orgasm. It always made all the stress from work fall off his shoulders. The hospital had been overloaded with patients the last few days, and he had been working for more than 12 hours a day. His subjects ranged from little girls to grannies, owners were ranging from poor losers to the moderately rich middleclass. All of them had wanted the same: the new chip implant technology everybody was talking about.

He absent mindedly unclasped the droolcatcher from his wives face and let Babygirl clean the cum from his dick. Watching her use that big bloated mouth was so hot. She miserably failed to swallow and the jizz came covered her new tits. It had been a good idea to tighten the muscles of her troat. It had pitched up her voice in a cute unnatural way and it had made her unable to swallow the huge amount of salvia he’d made her produce. Absolutely adorable.

While she stimulated his dick with her tongue, he thought about the idea that had been growing in his head since last week. Chips were usually very expensive, but this one, for some reason, was even cheaper than a quick fuck at some cheap whore hotel. The demand was huge, and he was tempted to try it out on his new toy.

The only reason he hadn’t given it to her jet was because of the side effects he’d seen with his own eyes. They could be very ****, and then there was the deal he had made with his colleage, the father of the stupid girl, to never put chips in her stupified head.

But then, would adding a chip be so much worse than the sextoy he’d already made of his colleagues once so treasured possesion?