I wasn't going to stop sucking until all of his come was sucked out.

I pumped his balls.

I pumped once for every beat of his racing heart.

I simulated Daddy's natural throbbing in this manner.

I also pumped up and down on the shaft of his dick with my fist.

I milked him.

I wanted to suck his scrotum dry. I wanted him to be able to fuck me forever before getting the urge to shoot his cream again.

His come was over.

Most of the fuck juice was on my belly, though some was on my face, my hand and Daddy's dick. His cock immediately lost its urgent rigidity.

I pulled my mouth off of his deflating glans and closed my mouth.

My jaw felt as if it were badly in need of oil. Rusty.

It felt like years since I had last closed my mouth.

I pumped his cock a couple of times and saw a bead of post-orgasmic dogwater form at his piss hole.

I licked this away with a single swipe of my slightly curled tongue tip and Daddy sighed with his glow.

He was flat on the floor and his chest was still heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath.

He was wet from sweat just as I had been after I came. My throat wasn't sore at all, in spite of the way I had ravaged myself.

I licked the head of his cock clean and then the shaft.

I released my grip on the shaft of his cock and his balls.

His dick slouched onto the inside of his thick thigh.

"Are you sure you never did that before?" Daddy asked me.

I giggled. "Honest, Daddy."

"You do it like an expert."

"It must be beginner's luck," I exclaimed modestly.

"I think you are just a natural lover, pumpkin." Daddy was sincere.

"That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, Daddy," I said.