Something gross

Izzy’s daddy—Hugh—leaned back, letting his slutty teen daughter lose her mind to his unwashed meat at her own pace. He closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the way she brainlessly ground her face into his shaft like she was trying to absorb its stench through her skin.

This wasn’t exactly a new experience for Hugh; every one of his daughters and femboy sons had gotten the same gift when they turned eighteen. Each one of them had reacted in much the same way as Izzy was now.

By this point Izzy was openly drooling down his fat cock. Her nose was planted right at his frenulum, smack in a thick gob of smegma. He had no doubt that it was breaking her little virgin brain to pieces. It was certainly making her cum; from the amount of splattering he could hear, an almost constant shower of femcum seemed to be raining from her overstimulated cunt.

There was little risk of Hugh himself cumming—it took a more impressive women than his little twig of a daughter to wring that out of him. He didn’t mind, though; this was meant to be a gift for her, after all. As he let himself enjoy Izzy’s clumsy worship, listening to the spattering of her feminine juice, a different urge did rise, though. He relaxed his pelvic muscles...

Izzy’s brain was barely functioning. Her daddy’s stinking, smegma-caked cock had taken every grey cell and strangled it, twisting each into a new form focused only on worshipping this godly stench! Her cunt squeezed and pulsed and throbbed, gushing girly juices erratically as it desperately tried to keep up with the overstimulation of being face-to-shaft with such a perfect cock. Gurgles and moans bubbled out from her lips in a humiliating chorus of submission.

Just as she was starting to barely get acclimatized to this…