He lifted her. She looked down and saw they whole huge shaft of her daddy's cock, but the prickhead was still firmly stuck in her tight round cuntmouth. She pulled up. With a groan, she forced her tight pussylips to stretch over the unyielding knob of his cockhead. She saw the big prickhead pull out of her. Her little pussy snapped back like elastic, just as tight and firm as before. It was red and puffed, and it throbbed like crazy, but it was okay.

She looked at his big prick and then back at her tiny pussy and shook her head.

"Nothing is wrong," her father said. "Do you want some special candy?"

He stood up. He glanced at the door. He turned the water down.

Rose figured what that meant. He wanted her to use her mouth again. She was down on her knees in a flash, stretching her mouth open. She wrapped both hands around his cock. He jerked.

"Easy!" he whispered. "I'll tell you when the candy comes!"

She looked up at him quizzically, then smiled. All the candy she would ever want was right here, throbbing and stiff in her hands. She bent down and sucked the huge cockhead into her mouth. She scraped her teeth over the wide rim, and then it was in. Tight and warm, her mouth sucked and her head moved up and down.

Her pussy still hummed. It seemed jealous of her eagerly sucking mouth and her squeezing, pumping hands. But Daddy wants this, she decided. She sucked harder. Her hands found his swollen balls and squeezed them.

She made her mouth imitate what her tight pussy had just done. She moved in long strokes that snapped his cockhead in and out of her stretched lips. She swallowed more, letting it slide in and out, sucking her cheeks around the fat cockhead.

Her hands pulled. His balls and his straining prickshaft were yanked and rubbed. She fed her mouth more cock. Faster. And her hands squeezed.