Sally then moved her lips down her daddy's cock shaft and gobbled up his whole cock. She soon felt his spit-soaked cock knob throbbing against the back of her throat, and his balls pulsating against her lips and chin. She had a big mouthful, to be sure, but she knew from experience what to do with it.

She moved her lips up and down the big greasy prick, slowly and steadily. The prick disappeared repeatedly, only to reappear moments later, dripping wet. Her sucks were loud and lewd, just the way she knew her daddy liked them.

"That feels good, baby girl," he said. "But you're getting my good pants all wet. Push them down out of the way."

Sally did as he asked, without releasing his prick. When his trousers were down around his ankles, she reached back up and began running her hands along his hairy thighs. She stroked his thighs passionately while she sucked on his prick.

The cock head speared first one side of her cheek and then the other side. She gagged and choked as she tried to keep the big prick under control.

Her golden hair danced about his lap as she bobbed her head up and down. Each time the strands brushed his balls or caressed his cock shaft, he groaned and squirmed and rolled his eyes.

But it was her mouth that made him buck and howl. Her loud sucks filled the office, and their intensity filled him with jolts of bliss. He tightened his grip on the back of her head and started guiding her sucking mouth.

Sally's lips clung tightly to the man's cock shaft as she pumped it up. She made his cock veins swell with boiling blood, until the cock was rock hard and very fat and red. Dare she ride the mother-fucker?

Why not? she asked herself.

Sally gave her daddy's prick a few more sucks. They were wild sloppy sucks. Soon, trickles of spit were oozing down the long prick shaft and forming puddles in the man's cock hair. But neither he nor she seemed to mind.