She began kneading his balls between her fingers, rolling them this way and that. They flattened in her grip, sprang whole again, then flattened once more. She kept up the game of ball rolling, while her father groaned and sighed beneath her. She soon had the big balls throbbing mightily, as if ready to blow out the cum they held.

Not wanting her daddy's cum to erupt so soon, Sally released his balls and moved her hand back up to his cock shaft. She gripped the prick shaft tightly and began working her fist up and down its full length once again. But as she did this, she hopped down off her daddy's lap and knelt at his feet.

"Oh, baby," he said, panting heavily, "you've got the nicest hands in the world. Go on and do your thing."

Sally moved her hand down to the man's cock root – to make room for her mouth. After brushing her long blonde hair out of the way, she leaned over and wrapped her lips around her daddy's cock head, gripping the fucker tightly. She flicked her tongue over the piss hole and jolted his senses hard.

"Aaagh!" he howled, throwing back his head. "Shit, that feels good. Keep sucking." He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently stroked her hair.

Sally, still holding her daddy's prick, moved her tongue round and round his wide rim, tantalizing the many nerves located there. Her father bucked up hard when he felt her fiery tongue on his sensitive nerves, but she kept at it, enjoying his hot cock meat.

Her tongue danced about the man's cock like a ballerina about the stage. She circled his wide rim again and again, flicking her tongue here and there. She snaked her long red tongue down the sloping surface of the cock head, finding the surface very greasy and very slippery. She delved her tongue-tip inside the man's piss slit and tried to pluck out a few drops of his jizz. And through it all, her father moaned and groaned and bucked up out of his chair.