The Passion and Desire of a Chicken, Jia Yi

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Jia Yi? 23 years old?
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In the bathroom, hot water kept flowing from the showerhead, the sound
of rushing water echoing in the small space. The steam from the hot water turned the entire bathroom into a white mist. I stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water continuously pour over my body.
After being raped all night, I was exhausted and covered in dirt. After returning home, I immediately slept for a few hours. When I woke up at three in the afternoon, I had recovered my energy.
Now, being showered with hot water felt so good that I couldn't help but look up and shout: "Wow, so good!" Hot
water poured over my head, flowing down my body and onto the floor.
I looked down at the floor; the continuous flow of hot water was slowly washing away the grime on my body.
The bathroom floor was covered in grime, with pale yellow stains and white, scaly flakes.
[Ugh...so dirty!]
I couldn't help but complain as I looked at the grime on the floor, but I was used to it,
after all, it was the result of a whole night of lovemaking with my clients.
Seeing that the grime on my body was mostly washed away, I poured shampoo on my hair and washed it clean. Then I applied body wash,
starting from my chest and moving down to my abdomen, finally reaching my genitals.
When the body wash touched the area around my genitals, it caused a slight stinging sensation, but it still made me let out a soft "Ah!"
It seems my vagina was bruised and sore from the black client I met last night, hence the stinging sensation when I touched the shower gel.
[Oh my god, you really can't underestimate a black man's size! Ugh... how am I supposed to go to work today!]
I muttered to myself, memories of last night slowly resurfacing—
I don't need to elaborate, I'm sure everyone knows what my profession is, yes, I'm a call girl, a prostitute.
At 2 AM the previous night, after finishing with my fifth client, I was exhausted and about to leave the hotel to go home.
As I reached the hotel lobby, my phone rang. It was the chauffeur who transported me between hotels and restaurants.
He asked me to stay a little longer, as a client was in the same hotel needing sexual services and wanted me to come over to check if I was the type of girl he was looking for. That
's how it is in our line of work; the customer is king. The client can see if the girl is to their liking first, and if not, the company will immediately send another girl.
So I turned and headed to the designated room. When the door opened, I was truly shocked!
A rather tall and muscular black man came to answer the door. He was shirtless with his very strong muscles, and with only a towel wrapped around his lower body, he brazenly looked me up and down.
I felt as uncomfortable as if I were naked, and I felt the same way. I couldn't help but glance at his muscles. They were so sexy. Asking me to come into the room would be like asking me to die!
Just as I was getting thirsty and about to ask if I was his type,
he grinned widely, rubbing his huge cock through the towel, and glanced at the bed in the room. I knew he had given his consent.
Once inside, my heart was pounding. Good heavens, how could I, someone who's seen it all, react like this?
["Little slut, shall I help you undress, or do you take your own?"] The black man wrapped his arms around me from behind, asking lewdly in my ear.
I didn't answer, nor did I refuse. He understood and moved me to the foot of the bed, starting to unbutton my clothes and pull down his towel.
Instinctively, I couldn't help but look down and was horrified.
My God! My God! My God! It was centimeters long, thicker than my forearm! This...this will break me!
I felt myself losing my mind, my head filled with the feeling of being penetrated by that cock.
He pulled my hand to his penis, and I obediently did so, feeling its incredible hardness and heat.
Wow! This was my first time dealing with a Black client. No wonder so many girls dream of eating foreign sausages or Black sausages—it's such an irresistible temptation!
My heart pounded with embarrassment, yet I was also incredibly excited to touch his thick pectoral muscles.
Soon, he skillfully undressed me,
his large, dark hands kneading my firm, white breasts, then kissing my nipples in turn.
My upper body trembled involuntarily with each suck, and my vagina uncontrollably released copious amounts of vaginal fluid.
I took his large penis in my hand and gently rubbed it. This black cock was so hard and hot. "
[Little slut, do you want me to fuck you?]"
the Black man chuckled wickedly, his strong body pressing down on me, his pectoral muscles pressing my breasts into two round patties.
My small nipples rubbed against his strong pectoral muscles, feeling like I was being electrocuted, making me dizzy.
Especially when his nipples touched mine, I almost screamed.
[Mmm...mmm...oh!]
My hands instinctively went to his shoulders, and I couldn't help but touch his deltoids and triceps.
The feel of it was incomparable to any man I had ever slept with.
In my five years as a prostitute, I had never been so excited. I felt like I was being played with by a real man,
like I was an animal in heat, wanting to have sex with him, wanting to be fucked by his big cock and strong body, wanting to be penetrated by him hard.
The black man seemed to know my excitement. He picked me up and made me sit facing him on his lap, but he didn't rush to penetrate me.
He spread my legs and straddled me, his erect penis pressed between our abdomens.
His glans could almost touch my breasts. I really wanted to experience the feeling of being penetrated by this huge thing.
My lower body involuntarily rubbed back and forth against his penis, trying to rub it against my clitoris to enjoy the pleasure.
Then, the Black man grabbed my soft, white breast with one hand, his mouth not idle either. His tongue skillfully circled around my nipple,
occasionally teasing it with its agile touch.
With my sensitive areas being stimulated simultaneously like this, I completely forgot my shame.
I had never wanted pure sex so much, wanted to be fucked hard and rough.
I frantically moved up and down, rubbing my vulva against his penis, wave after wave of pleasure shooting through my brain…
Just as I was basking in the peak of pleasure, he suddenly pressed down on my buttocks, preventing me from moving.
I was in so much pain I almost cried: [Please, let me move! Let me move!]
The unbearable itching in my lower body had driven me mad; I begged shamelessly, my voice trembling with tears.
He smiled and said, [This time it's free! Okay?]
I shook my head. I couldn't let myself be taken advantage of! I'd have to pay the prostitution agency myself.
The Black man smiled helplessly, his gentle tone replaced by a loud command: [If you can't, then forget it. It's my turn to enjoy it!] Kneel down!
Of course I knew what he meant. Suppressing the emptiness in my lower body, I hastily knelt between his legs, fulfilling the duties of a prostitute.
[Ugh! So fishy!]
His dark, ugly glans pressed against my nose, the strong masculine stench stimulating my nerves.
I smelled the nauseating odor, yet suddenly felt a fatal attraction to it.
I stuck out my delicate tongue and began licking his dark testicles up to his dark glans,
spitting out copious amounts of saliva before taking it into my mouth.
His egg-sized glans instantly filled my mouth. My fair face seemed exceptionally pretty against the backdrop of his dark penis.
He leaned back comfortably, one hand kneading my breasts, the other stroking my long hair, letting me suckle him from both ends.
[So big and so long! I can't imagine how amazing it feels to have it inside me!] [
I thought filthyly, making slurping sounds as I licked his huge cock from top to bottom,
or spat copious amounts of saliva on the glans and rubbed it with my palm.
[God! So big! Really so big! I want him inside me!]
I kept exclaiming inwardly, feeling as if countless ants were crawling inside my vagina, I was going crazy, licking his cock made me incredibly want it.
But I had no choice, not wanting to be taken advantage of, so I obediently took his glans in my mouth and sucked on it to my heart's content.
[Oh! Oh! You little slut! Suck harder! Suck harder with your filthy mouth! Oh! Oh! You're a prostitute! Your mouth is really professional!]
The black man looked very comfortable, tilting his head back and cursing with the most vulgar and obscene words, but it didn't anger me, it only excited me more.
[So big! So long! Really so big!] "So long! I want it so badly! I want him to fuck me!"
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I shamelessly climbed on top of him, stuffed my nipples in his mouth, and sat down on his penis with my other hand.
My God! His cock was so thick and big. My body had never been so excited.
I held his head passionately, letting him kiss my breasts, and slowly lowered my buttocks so that my vagina could gradually adapt and wantonly enjoy the whole cock.
"Oh... God... It's huge!"
The black man, following his own rhythm, thrust his powerful buttocks upwards, pulling my legs towards him with both hands. Instantly,
the thick, big cock was inserted into my vagina.
The bulging glans squeezed and rubbed against the tender flesh inside my vagina, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My vagina was overflowing with lustful fluid, making it slippery as he thrust in and out.
"Does it feel good, you slut! You're so wet!" "You really like big dicks, don't you!"
The black man straightened his back and began to vigorously thrust his large penis into my vagina, pounding and ramming
wildly. His male hormones had completely driven him into a primal state.
My legs gradually went numb, as if I had lost all feeling.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, and involuntarily began to moan.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm! Oh... oh... so good!"
For me, having sex with men was commonplace. Letting men play with me, letting men release their desires, and serving men were just ways for me to make a living.
For so long, I hadn't experienced such crazy, such satisfying sex. I couldn't help but close my eyes in enjoyment,
feeling that my previous sex was child's play. This cock was the real man.
"Plop, plop, slap slap slap..."
"Plop, plop, slap slap slap..."
"Mmm... mmm... oh my god!" The black
man's enormous size sent a tearing pain through my vagina. Pain and pleasure coexisted. Each thrust penetrated deep into my uterus, a depth no one else could reach.
My pleasure grew stronger with each thrust, making my whole body feel feverish. Before
the black man had even thrust a hundred times, I felt myself reaching orgasm. I bit my lip and moaned softly:
"[I can't... ah... I can't... um... I'm going to break! I'm going to break! It's coming, it's coming, stop! I'm going to die!]"
Hearing a woman's pleas was a great encouragement to a man. The black man grinned lewdly, his buttocks heaving more forcefully and rapidly.
"[Ah... I can't... I'm going to die... let me die!]"
With the black man's powerful thrusts, my back arched as I reached orgasm. This was an unprecedented experience. I felt myself spraying fluid wildly from below.
In a daze, I thought this might be squirting. I had never experienced this feeling before. Release, excitement, satisfaction, humiliation—I was immersed in the pleasure of orgasm.
[Mmm...mmm...oh...oh...]
After the climax, I continued to moan on the bed, letting the man behind me enjoy my body to the fullest.
A 25-centimeter length is a blissful nightmare for a woman after an orgasm.
The black man's strong body engulfed me, his hands tightly gripping my waist, holding me firmly to the bed, violently thrusting his penis in and out, cruelly and intensely.
[Enough! Enough! I'm going to break! Mmm! Mmm!]
My cheeks were flushed as if I were drunk. The black man grinned slyly, his strength still not letting up,
even squeezing deeper into me with an even more forceful method.
[Slower...slower...slower! Enough! Enough!]
The more I cried out, the more forceful he became, fucking me even more vigorously, as if trying to knead me into his body, ravaging me heavily and cruelly.
[Ah...oh...oh...it hurts!] No more! I don't want it anymore...
My face was flushed from being pampered too much, but the black man still wouldn't let go of me. My breasts were so swollen, and my legs were so sore, especially the place where we were joined, which was both painful and numb, as if a layer of skin had been scraped off .
[Thud, thud,
slap slap slap, thud, thud, slap slap slap, ... The black man continued thrusting wildly dozens of times, finally pressing his lower body tightly against mine. His penis was deeply inserted into the very depths of my flesh, motionless, only the glans throbbing. I felt the powerful spurts of his semen, impacting my uterine walls again and again, until it completely filled me! After ejaculating, the black man didn't immediately pull his penis out; he continued to slowly move inside me, gently kissing me deeply. A feeling of being conquered and possessed filled me with immense satisfaction. " [Slut! How do you feel?]" he asked me. "[What do you mean?]" I asked, puzzled.

"[So... was it good? Did you enjoy it? Did you like it?]"
he asked me with considerable confidence. I just smiled and didn't answer, silently enjoying the post-orgasmic relaxation.
The black man continued, "[Slut! Are you in your safe period? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?]"
"[Ah! Damn it!]" I was startled. I usually ask my clients to wear condoms, but this time I was so enjoying myself that I forgot to wear one and he ejaculated inside me!
Coming to my senses, I quickly escaped from the black man's embrace. When his penis withdrew from my vagina, it made a "pop!" sound, and
a large gush of white semen gushed out of my lower body like a dam being pulled. "
[Jia Yi! Jia Yi! What's wrong?]"
My father's shouts pulled me from last night's memories. It seemed that my recent cries had attracted his attention. "
[Dad, I'm fine!]"
After washing myself clean, I wrapped myself in a large bath towel, pushed open the bathroom door, and found my father waiting for me worriedly outside. "
[Jia Yi, what's wrong?]" my father asked again.
[It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell, don't worry!]
[Do you want me to get you some medicine? Headache, cold, or menstrual cramps?]
My father's concern warmed my heart. He is the person I love most in the world, and my only family.
To avoid worrying him, I embarrassedly told him that the pain in my genitals was due to work.
This kind of topic is not unfamiliar to us, nor is it a shameful secret. After all, besides being my father, he is also my—man.
The story begins two years ago.
As a call girl, an escort, I had to run all over the city, visiting hotels, restaurants, and guesthouses, serving men, pleasing men, and letting men release their pent-up desires.
I remember it was an ordinary afternoon. Normally I'd be in a university classroom at this time,
but I often skipped afternoon classes to work part-time, because it was the least likely my family would find out I was a prostitute then.
The pimp took me to a second-rate hotel.
I was wearing a black floral dress, the hem barely covering my thighs.
My already slender figure looked even more defined in the dress.
Inside the hotel, as I searched for the room number the pimp had given me, every man who passed by was mesmerized by my beauty.
"Hey old man, what are you looking at! That slutty look is probably from a prostitute!"
a middle-aged couple muttered as they brushed past me. The husband glanced at me, and his wife grumbled.
"Ha, so what if she's a prostitute! You old hag, too old and ugly to even be a prostitute!" I thought to myself.
I enjoyed the men's admiration and the women's jealousy; I loved it.
I wasn't unaware of what people said about me behind my back—calling me a vixen, a slut, shameless…all sorts of unpleasant adjectives.
But I didn't care.
I really didn't care, because it was another form of praise.
Walking, walking, I arrived at the room number the stableman had given me. I ran my fingers through my hair in front of the metal mirror on the door frame, tidying my appearance.
[Knock knock knock…knock knock knock…]
My hand touched the door, and it opened slightly, unlocked. Without hesitation, I pushed it open.
The scene before me was one I would never forget.
He was a middle-aged guest. When I entered the room, he looked up, and our eyes met. Our gazes locked, and at
that moment, my heart raced. I felt so ashamed I wanted to bury myself in a hole.
The man limped closer, stammering, "[Jia... Jiayi... you... how... how are you here?]"
Pale and swaying, I took a deep breath, turned away, and moved my stiff legs numbly, preparing to flee that horrible, awkward room.
"[Don't go! Jiayi!]" A voice I knew all too well, yet hated to hear in this situation, rang out behind me.
I stopped, my back to the middle-aged man, unwilling to face him. I replied, "[Don't go, don't go, what can I do here? You don't want me to, do you?]"
My hands clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. This man was the last person I wanted to see here.
So I moved my trembling legs toward the door. Suddenly, a shout came from behind, "[Ouch!]"
The limping middle-aged man, trying to catch up with me, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
I frowned as I stepped out of the room, feeling extremely worried and reluctant. I quickly went back into the room.
"[Dad! Are you alright?]"
"[Jiayi...you...you make money here?]" The man asked, tears welling in his eyes, looking at my pale face.
I bit my lower lip, my face white, and remained silent. He continued, "
[Jiayi...you...you make money here to take care of me?]"
Forcing down my excitement and embarrassment, I helped my client—my father—to sit on the sofa by the bed.
Fifteen years ago, my mother died in a car accident. I was only in first grade at the time. My father gritted his teeth and took on both parental roles, determined to raise me.
Perhaps to make up for not having a mother, as the only child in the family after my mother's passing, I was showered with my father's love.
Whatever I wanted, I just had to ask, and he would bring it to me.
But four years ago, on my 18th birthday, a car accident caused a huge change in our family.
It was raining, and my father was helping me choose a birthday present when he was involved in a car accident near a department store.
Although it was a minor accident, it severed one of his Achilles tendons. From then on, he began to drink heavily, lost his will to live, and eventually lost his job.
I've always felt it was my fault. If it weren't for my birthday that day, my father wouldn't have been near the department store, and he wouldn't have had the accident.
So I lied to him. I told him I had excellent grades and could earn money as a tutor, with good pay, enough to support and take care of him. I told him he didn't need a job.
But now, the lie has been exposed in the cruelest way.
In a strange room, on a strange bed, my image as a vibrant, well-behaved, kind, and filial daughter has been completely shattered.
"Dad, would you like some water?" I awkwardly asked, trying to ease the unease in the air.
Dad leaned back on the sofa, weakly taking the cup, his fingers trembling.
"Careful!" I took the cup back.
"I'll feed you." I leaned forward and carefully fed Dad a few sips.
During this, Dad slumped down, closing his eyes and slowly drinking the water I fed him, tears involuntarily welling in his eyes.
Seeing the change in Dad's expression, I asked in a trembling voice, "Dad... why did you spend this kind of money..."
"Jiayi... I'm sorry... using the money you gave me for this... Dad is sorry... but... but... Dad... Dad is a man too... men need women... Dad is sorry..."
Hearing this, my heart clenched, and my expression darkened further. Although I already knew Dad's answer, I couldn't help asking.
Thinking about how old I am now, and how Dad has taken care of me for so long, dedicating his youth to me, I realized he needs a woman, definitely needs a woman to enrich his life.
But the thought of another woman interfering in our family life filled me with complex emotions, even a pang of pain.
After all these years, it's been just my father and me supporting each other. The idea of Dad living a sweet life with another woman gave me a strange feeling,
as if something that was once mine had been stolen.
Thinking about this, I pondered for five minutes.
My feelings shifted subtly; perhaps it's a woman's nature to want to sacrifice anything for someone you deeply love.
I glanced at my father with slight unease and told him I was willing to use my body to satisfy him, truly willing.
I felt guilty towards him all along, unsure how to repay or make amends.
I advised him not to spend money on this, but to save it for good food and things for himself. I
told him I was willing to do anything for him, as long as he was happy, and that I would even give him my body if he asked.
After I finished speaking, my father looked deeply pained, remained silent for a long time, and then cried, tears streaming down his face.
He said that having such a daughter was a blessing from God!
Seeing my father cry, I was also moved and cried along with him.
Then I comforted him, saying it was all my own free will, and that he shouldn't feel any pressure or burden.
After confessing everything to my father, I felt genuinely relieved. The father and daughter weren't as awkward as I had imagined.
Seeing that my father didn't reject my suggestion, for a prostitute who was well-versed in men's minds and bodies,
making love was just like eating a meal. What was wrong with serving my own father once?
I bent down, took off my high heels, walked to my father's side, sat down, and then led him, cupping his face and kissing him carefully. "
[Jiayi...you...]"
"[Dad, if you don't mind, let me help you!]"
My father was stunned for a moment, his expression showing a few seconds of thought, and then he understood something.
His wheat-colored face turned as red as a liver color. After another two seconds of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my body.
On the hotel sofa, my father and I shared a passionate, almost breathless kiss.
As we kissed, just like with any other guest, I stroked his penis with my hand.
My fingers moved quickly, and my father breathed heavily, calling out to me, "[Mmm... Jia Yi... my good daughter...]"
We felt each other's hearts pounding. Our cheeks pressed together, our ears rubbing against each other, while my father's large hands slowly but firmly caressed my back, waist, and buttocks.
When I felt his penis growing harder in his pants, I stopped, my beautiful eyes looking at my father with a shy, inviting gaze. Any man would understand.
Sure enough, Dad took off his pants and underwear, revealing an erect penis pointing rudely at me. Without any shame, I unzipped my dress and
skillfully unbuttoned his shirt. I then propped myself up, my tongue lightly flicking out to lick Dad's tanned chest,
then inch by inch downwards, along his lower abdomen, to his thick pubic hair. My tongue lightly traced the shaft, finally taking Dad's large glans into my mouth.
The instant stimulation made Dad cry out in pleasure: "Oh! Jia Yi!" [
My father's comfortable moans, and the way he called my name, sent a shiver down my spine.
He was my father, and I was his daughter. Although I, as a prostitute, had tasted the penises of countless men, I
had never experienced anything like it with my own father. The taboo made me hesitate, spitting out his glans.
I comforted myself, "So what if we're father and daughter? Once we're in bed, we're both naked, driven by lust.
Right now, all I have to do is satisfy my father! Let him enjoy himself!"
Having figured it out, I took his glans into my mouth again, swallowing and spitting it out quickly,
trying to take it deep, pushing it to the limit without vomiting, letting the tip touch my throat again and again. "
[Oh! Oh! Jia Yi! Oh! Hmm... Hmm... Jia Yi! Dad... Dad... Dad feels so good! Oh!]"
At the same time, one of his hands involuntarily reached down to my breast, rubbing my nipple through my bra.
"[Ah!]" [Dad...] Shame mixed with excitement made me moan softly.
I was surprised to find that after becoming a prostitute, no man's touch could elicit a genuine moan from me.
But my father's gentle, non-aggressive rubbing and pressing through my underwear gave me a feeling of intoxication and slight suffocation.
Suddenly, I had a certain expectation.
Perhaps when I made love with my father, he would give me more care and surprises in bed, not just a monotonous, unreasonable release.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, my cheeks flushed red, and I grabbed the sides of my underwear with both hands, pulling it down little by little.
With my movements, my father's burning gaze followed my genitals, from covered to clear, from partial to complete, my entire genitals were now fully exposed to my father's eyes.
Dad was clearly stunned. His face flushed, and his expression became somewhat strange. His penis even jerked upwards twice, seemingly becoming even more robust and hard.
Facing Dad's gaze, I glanced at him shyly, unconsciously tightening my legs.
I should have felt ashamed, but my lower body inexplicably began to itch, and my heart pounded rapidly.
Then, I removed the last piece of clothing from my upper body, swaying my two white, tender breasts, and straddled Dad.
An inexplicable atmosphere spread between us. Dad, his heart pounding, did not hesitate or back down. He let me guide his penis towards his genitals.
This time, my vagina, which had been penetrated by hundreds, even thousands of men, was about to welcome my father's penis .
My face was red, and my eyes were lowered, looking down with excitement at that spot, guiding the glans to grind against the entrance.
Finally, I took a deep breath and slowly sat down. My father's large glans slowly pushed open my opening and began to penetrate.
[Ugh! Dad!]
[Oh! Jia Yi! Wait... wait... Dad... Dad hasn't put on a condom yet!]
I shook my head and said to him, [It's okay! My period just ended, it's a safe period!]
Whether it was because of the size of his penis or that taboo identity, my face flushed and my body began to tremble. My vagina contracted, throbbed, accepting and adapting.
After my vagina swallowed my father's penis, I felt completely filled. My tender body lay limply on my father's body.
[Oh my god! My God!] I cried out in my heart. The psychological stimulation affected my body.
I felt as if my body had been burned, so hot, so hot, and I kept trembling slightly.
Faced with the young girl's body, Dad wasn't like other men—actively seeking his own pleasure.
Instead, a hint of shame flashed in his eyes, his body stiffening, unable to move, unable to properly enjoy the body before him
. After all, he was enjoying his own daughter's genitals.
[Um... Dad... Do you like it, Dad... Do you like me? If you like it... you can move... it's okay...]
I shyly wrapped my arms around my father's back, feeling his penis enveloping my vagina, and couldn't help but moan.
My father didn't answer, but gently kissed my lips, asking instead:
[Jiayi... Do you like it, Jiayi... I can only like it if you like it. If you don't like it, I... I can't do it...]
Dad suppressed his desire. I understood what he meant, and a wave of tenderness and emotion washed over me again.
Even at this moment, Dad was still thinking of me, his first thought being my feelings.
[Dad, haven't I already told you about my body and my performance?]
I returned my father's kiss with a soft, panting breath, and continued, "Dad is the person I love most in this life! Dad, if you love me too, then love me well, take me!" Hearing
this, Dad's face immediately lit up with a smile, and his body seemed encouraged.
His thick penis began to slowly thrust in and out of my wet vagina. I felt the head of his penis scraping against the inner walls of my vagina, producing waves of continuous pleasure.
"Ah! Ah! Mmm! Dad... mmm... mmm... ah... ah... mmm..."
I began to cry out loudly, feeling my face flushed, my whole body tingling, my mind floating, as if I were about to fly.
My hands gripped his arms tightly, and unconsciously I thrust my lower abdomen forward, welcoming his penis into my vagina.
"Oh... oh... Jia Yi... oh! Oh! Mmm!" Jiayi, my good daughter, my good daughter, Dad, Daddy feels so good, oh! Oh! Oh! Jiayi! ]
[Plop, plop, slap slap slap, plop, plop, slap slap slap,]
In a single day, how many absurd yet unknown things unfold in the hidden corners of towering skyscrapers,
like the father-daughter passion between us, the friction of flesh against flesh, is just the tip of the iceberg in this decadent and dark society.
[Plop, plop, slap slap slap, plop, plop, slap slap slap,]
[Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Dad, Dad, I feel so good! Mmm! Mmm! Dad,]
I kissed my father deeply while panting, my nostrils filled with his scent.
Gradually, gradually, my vagina was filled with the pleasure brought by my father's labor.
My initially reserved father also became increasingly excited, even burying his face in my breasts, kissing them while thrusting his lower body harder into his daughter's tight, wet vagina.
[Oh! Oh! Oh! Jia Yi... my good daughter! My good daughter! Dad feels so good! So good!]
The burning desire propelled his penis even more forcefully, the thrusting becoming increasingly vigorous.
Stimulation and excitement coursed through my entire body, and with each thrust of his penis, the pleasure he brought became more acute, intense, and clear.
I felt the climax approaching step by step, and the urgent desire made me lose control of my body. I
gasped and moaned loudly, thrusting my lower body upwards to meet my father's penetration: [Dad... you can go harder! Faster! Dad... harder, I... I'm coming!]
My performance fueled my father's desire to conquer. He straightened his upper body, grasping my trembling breasts with both hands, and began to thrust and pound even faster.
"Ahhh! Dad!" I cried out, a gush of fluid spurting out. Dad
continued thrusting, bringing forth even more fluid,
and soon his climax was approaching.
Noticing his heavier breathing and tense muscles, I, just recovering from my orgasm, knew he was about to ejaculate.
Suddenly remembering something, I said shyly, "Dad, no... don't ejaculate inside."
"Isn't it a safe period?" Dad panted, still uncontrollably increasing his strength and speed.
"Dad, no... it's not a safe period issue. I'm going out later, there are other guests... it feels too strange to have your thing inside, I don't want it!" I explained, blushing and flustered.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Then where should I ejaculate?" Looking at my father, covered in sweat and panting rapidly...
[Don't ask! You... just pull it out!]
Ten seconds later, Dad hurriedly pulled out his penis, calling out: [Jiayi!]
I glanced at Dad's glans, quickly got up, knelt down, and the moment I took his glans into my mouth, his penis throbbed powerfully, and gushes of hot semen shot into my mouth.
[Mmm! Oh! Daughter! Dad feels so good!]
With the thick semen in my mouth, I hesitated for a moment. Since I had already slept with Dad, I might as well let him experience the most perfect service.
I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and swallowed the whole mouthful of semen.
Fortunately, it was just a little fishy. Although it tasted bad, I could still swallow it. Anyway, it wasn't the first time I had eaten for a customer. Besides, it was my own father's semen. Why let the good stuff go to outsiders?
Seeing that I had drunk every last drop of his semen, Dad became even gentler, stroking my hair and breasts with gratitude.
And I, without hesitation, continued kneeling before him with a wanton and seductive expression, thoroughly licking the semen from his glans.
[Oh! Jiayi! Dad... I've never felt so good!]
That exhilarating pleasure lingered around my father for a long time. After his lust was fully released, he was limp and weak, panting heavily.
After calming down slightly, I whispered sweet nothings in his ear, speaking earnestly:
[Dad, don't spend money like this anymore. We live together now. If you want something, whether you hint or ask, I'll give it to you, satisfy your needs, and bring you pleasure.]
After speaking, we looked into each other's eyes, our hearts instantly connected, and we embraced tenderly.

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