He soon returned to her throbbing titties, greedily sucking each taut-tipped jug in turn, then walked backward on his knees and tongued his way down to her crotch. He pulled his finger from her quivering pussy, roughly forced her legs apart, parted the blonde hairs with his wet tongue, then snaked it between her cuntlips, which were still puffy from Max's pronging. She failed to suppress a little gasp.

He probed deep with his tongue, jabbed a few times, then began going at her cunt like a madman. She thought he was going to eat her alive. He sucked and chewed on both her outer and inner pussylips, making loud slurping sounds, and even nipped and pulled at her cunt hairs with his teeth.

Soon Daisy found it impossible to keep her body still. Her father slipped his hands under, grabbed her squirming ass, and clamped his lips around her elongated clit. He began sucking so furiously it felt as if he might suck the stiff, throbbing bud right out of her pulsating pussy,

She wriggled wildly as she peaked, the spasms leaving her limp and weak. Her father kept right on sucking and lapping. Agnes stepped close to the bed and offered Daisy the whiskey bottle.

"Take a drink, honey. Your father's a long-lasting stud, and when he gets through eating and starts fucking your little twat, you're going to really need some of this good whiskey."

Daisy had waved the bottle and the woman away. When her father kept right on lapping her cunt, she changed her mind and took the bottle. She thought about hitting her father's bobbing head, but she tilted the heavy bottle to her lips and took two big swallows of the strong stuff.