Zero-distance contact

Seeing this, I knew that after a month and a half, she hadn't overcome that mental hurdle. For my sake,

as her husband, she was still suppressing her desires.

Thinking of this, I was deeply moved. From her interactions with my father recently,

I knew how strong her desires had become at thirty. The fact that she could refuse

him at this crucial moment required immense mental fortitude.

Could this be the reason for Xiaoying's low spirits this morning? It was possible. After all, although it had only been a few

minutes, Xiaoying must have gone through what seemed like a long struggle, leaving her exhausted.

I continued to look at the computer video, simultaneously opening the monitoring windows for Xiaoying's bedroom and the living room.

The two videos were playing in sync.

After Xiaoying hurriedly locked the bedroom door, she leaned against it,

breathing rapidly, showing how panicked she was. She slowly calmed herself down.

My father, awkwardly trying to compose himself in the living room, stood up, his face haggard and dejected, like

a man heartbroken and abandoned by his lover.

The father straightened up, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths.

When he opened his eyes, his expression was calm.

He silently turned off the television, then switched off the living room lights, and slowly dragged his much older body towards

his bedroom. As he passed Xiaoying's bedroom, he gazed at her door with a lingering look

, as if he were looking at his beloved one last time, his eyes unwilling to leave.

His final lingering affection turned into a deep sigh. The father reached

his the door.

Xiaoying, who was calming herself in her bedroom, heard her father turn off the television. She

turned , and using the contrast between the living room and bedroom lights, pressed her face against the blurry glass of her bedroom door, looking at

her father in the living room.

When Xiaoying saw her father's conflicted and embarrassed expression, and his dejected and lost look, a pang of heartache

flashed . When she saw him standing at his bedroom door, gazing longingly

at her through the glass, their eyes met, but Xiaoying could see her father, while he couldn't see her.

Xiaoying watched intently as her father's much older figure slowly disappeared into the bedroom. The moment

the door closed, Xiaoying's heartache turned into tears, welling up in her eyes

and dripping down her pointed chin to the floor.

After her father entered the bedroom and closed the door, Xiaoying slowly turned away, leaning against the door,

covering her mouth and sobbing. Perhaps her father's dejected and aged appearance had deeply pained her, and she also realized

how much her actions had hurt his pride.

Remembering their past together and his sacrifices for the family, she finally couldn't

hold back her tears for him.

Xiaoying's crying grew increasingly heartbreaking until her body slowly slumped down, finally settling on the floor, leaning against

the door, and burying her face in her curled-up knees.

I couldn't see Xiaoying's expression; her arms were wrapped around her knees, her face obscured, but I could hear her

trembling shoulders, revealing that she was still sobbing.

She was crying so hard that I could hear her faint sobs on the monitor, the sound echoing

in the quiet bedroom, so desolate.

I closed the living room monitor window and opened the one for my father's bedroom.

My father lay on the bed, his eyes half-closed, sometimes tightly shut, sometimes relaxed, a hint of

pain . Perhaps he was thinking about many things.

Perhaps it was the rejection Xiaoying had just given him, like a man mustering the courage to confess his love to the woman he loves,

only to be rejected—a pain I've experienced myself, a pain that cuts to the bone.

Slowly, my father began to gently touch the corners of his eyes with his newly healed hands. I found his

actions somewhat strange.

Zooming in, I finally saw that my father was also weeping, tears streaming down his

face—tears .

Seeing Xiaoying crying, and my father, tormented by grief and weeping, a deep pain gripped my heart.

Was this the situation I wanted? I had wanted Xiaoying and my father to experience happiness,

but instead, it had caused them so much sadness and pain. Looking at them crying, I

wanted to reach into the screen to comfort them. Sitting there, for the first time, I truly hesitated. Should

I let things continue? Should I continue to push things along? The current

situation was hurting all three of us simultaneously, plunging all three into pain. This was not what I wanted.

For the first time, I felt the situation was slipping out of my control.

Looking at the two people in the room, I was filled with deep self-reproach.

A long time passed, and the grief of my father and Xiaoying gradually subsided. Xiaoying got up, wiped away her tears with

a tissue , and slowly

lay down on the bed, though she was still sobbing occasionally from the pain of crying.

Xiaoying and her father lay quietly in bed, both facing

a sleepless night. Their minds were undoubtedly racing, filled with countless memories, anxieties

, and even difficult choices.

Time passed slowly; perhaps this was why Xiaoying hadn't been in a good mood that morning.

Two hours later, I resolved my doubts and prepared to shut down the computer and get some rest

, having not slept a wink all night.

After the initial sadness and curiosity, a weariness began to weigh on my eyelids, and I decided to

rest .

But just as I was about to shut down the computer, Xiaoying, who had been lying in bed deep in thought, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were clear, without the grogginess and confusion of someone just waking up. Xiaoying

slowly sat up after opening her eyes, and my nerves tensed as she did so.

Xiaoying slowly got up and left the bedroom.

Was she going to her father's bedroom? With this thought, I suddenly became alert,

the drowsiness vanishing without a trace.

But just as I was waiting to determine Xiaoying's destination, she slowly walked to

the bathroom . Seeing this, I assumed she was getting up to relieve herself.

However, after entering the bathroom, Xiaoying didn't relieve herself but turned on the tap and began washing her face. I knew

she wanted to wash away the tear stains she hadn't wiped clean and also clear her mind.

After carefully washing her face, Xiaoying looked up at the mirror above the sink,

staring herself.

Her gaze was unfocused and uncertain, as if she were making some intense thought and decision.

A few minutes later, Xiaoying seemed to have figured something out. She combed her long hair and smoothed

her nightgown.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to make her expression natural, as if she had just come to a

realization .

Facing the mirror, she suddenly appeared relaxed and carefree. She smiled at the mirror, as if erasing

all . Then she took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, and then opened

the bathroom door with that carefree air.

Seeing Xiaoying in the surveillance video seem to have emerged from her pain, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, I wanted Xiaoying to be happy and joyful. I had originally planned to have

a heart-to-heart talk with Xiaoying tonight to help her resolve her inner conflict. If it came to a last resort, I would have to confront her, since

the situation was getting worse.

After watching Xiaoying's performance in the video, I knew I didn't need to do anything more, and I didn't need to risk

confronting her.

After Xiaoying came out of the bathroom, she turned towards the bedroom, but the direction she took was

unexpected . She didn't go towards our bedroom; instead, she walked resolutely towards her father's

bedroom. Her steps were steady, without tension or panic. Her charming and pretty back view appeared so resolute. Seeing Xiaoying resolutely heading towards her father's bedroom, a surge of excitement and bitterness flashed through my heart.

These two extreme emotions surged within me, pushing my senses to their limit.

Had Xiaoying made this decision after just a moment of thought? As I pondered this briefly,

the sound of a door lock opening interrupted my thoughts.

I turned my gaze back to the computer screen. Xiaoying reached her father's bedroom door, and

unlike before hesitate for a moment before slowly opening it. Her approach to her father's bedroom and the opening of his

door—everything seemed so smooth and natural.

Just moments before, the father, tossing and turning in his bedroom, had been wide awake when he heard Xiaoying leave the bedroom and enter

the bathroom . His eyes were fixed on his bedroom door, perhaps hoping she was

coming towards his room.

Perhaps hearing her enter the bathroom, his initially expectant gaze turned to

deep disappointment, but he didn't give up hope. He lay on his back, still watching

his door, listening intently to the sounds of Xiaoying washing her face in the bathroom, his head craning in anticipation.

When he heard Xiaoying emerge from the bathroom, his eyes widened to their limit; he waited, yearned

.

As her footsteps drew closer to his bedroom, excitement

and joy flashed across his face. His body trembled slightly, seemingly anticipating her entry yet fearing she might change her mind and turn back

.

When Xiaoying pressed the doorknob, the father panicked and quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep

.

Perhaps after the awkward moment, he still couldn't determine Xiaoying's purpose, so he feigned sleep

to conceal his embarrassment.

After Xiaoying entered her father's room, a sly glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at him lying on the bed, and

a smile appeared on her face.

I think she had already guessed that her father was pretending to be asleep. Not to mention her, even I, sitting in front of the computer,

could tell from his uneven breathing and slightly trembling body that he wasn't asleep at all.

Xiaoying didn't disturb her father. Since he couldn't face her now, why bother to break the

ice ? Xiaoying stood quietly by her father's bedside, looking at him with a hint of sympathy and pity in her eyes. Perhaps

she regretted her earlier refusal to hurt him, and now that she was here, was she trying to offer him some compensation

and comfort? Her father had already sensed Xiaoying standing beside him watching him. He seemed very nervous, his body

trembling slightly, and cold sweat even began to appear on his forehead. Being stared at by a woman standing beside him,

I think anyone would find it difficult to remain calm.

Seemingly wanting to break the tranquility, Xiaoying sighed softly and slowly removed her nightgown

and underwear, her movements and posture as gentle as ever, her alluring white skin gradually exposed

to the moonlight.

After completing these actions, Xiaoying began to remove her father's nightgown and underwear. During this process,

every touched her father's body, his body would tremble slightly; it was hard to know

how long he could continue pretending to be asleep.

Throughout this, Xiaoying kept watching her father's expression, her eyes filled with a smile and cunning.

Finally, with her father's unintentional "coaxing

," Xiaoying finally removed her father's pajama bottoms and underwear. Like Xiaoying, except for their upper bodies

, both of them were completely naked from the waist down.

Xiaoying, naked from the waist down, stared at her father's genitals. She hadn't seen this ugly thing she both loved and hated for so long

. A flicker of joy and excitement, like a long-awaited reunion, flashed in her eyes. Trembling, she reached out and grasped it. Her father

's body trembled slightly at her touch, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Xiaoying held her father's penis with a mixture of love and pity, lightly licking the corners of her mouth. She

gently stroked his penis up and down, then glanced one last time at her father, who was still pretending to be asleep, before slowly lowering her head.

Was she going to inhale the scent of her father's penis one last time? But I was wrong. Xiaoying's head

movement was very targeted and without any pause. After lowering her head to a certain height, Xiaoying

extended her tongue and gently licked the glans of her father's penis, which was about the size of an egg. Her father's tense body trembled violently

with that lick. He could no longer

pretend to be asleep; perhaps he felt he couldn't keep up the act any longer. He opened his eyes and

looked at his genitals with a hint of embarrassment and shyness, at what Xiaoying was licking and tasting.

At this moment, Xiaoying didn't pay attention to her father's face or whether his eyes were open

. Perhaps it didn't matter to her whether his eyes were open or not.

After licking the glans, Xiaoying began to slowly circle the glans with her

tongue wet tongue made the glans wet and slippery. In the moonlight, the moist glans reflected the moonlight,

like a luminous pearl in the night.

After licking the glans, Xiaoying continued downwards, licking the coronal sulcus of her father's penis, circling it once, and then continuing

to lick the shaft. Although her movements were clumsy, they strongly impacted both my father's and my vision.

Where did Xiaoying learn this? The answer was obvious; she must have learned it online

during After all, what can't be learned online these days?

Watching Xiaoying gently and skillfully serve my father, a fire seemed to ignite within me,

and my lower body gradually became erect—I hadn't felt an erection in a long time.

Watching Xiaoying serve my father, I still felt a strong pang of sadness, because Xiaoying had never served me

like this .

In the video, my father, his face flushed, looked at Xiaoying, his expression clearly one of extreme excitement.

That excitement might have come from Xiaoying's service, or it might have

been from Xiaoying's sudden change of heart. In any case, my father was enjoying with excitement and joy everything he had previously only been able

to experience .

After licking her father's penis up and down, Xiaoying moved her mouth upwards to the glans,

opening her cherry-like mouth to take in the entire glans and half of the shaft.

"Oh," her father finally couldn't control the intense pleasure Xiaoying was giving him, letting out a groan of

extreme .

Hearing her father's groan, Xiaoying didn't stop her movements at all, as if she had expected her father to wake up

, and continued to suck and swallow her father's penis. The "sizzling" and

"gurgling"

sounds began to fill the entire bedroom, and her father's eyes became more and more hazy, but he

didn't move to do anything.

Xiaoying continued to give her father oral sex, occasionally lifting her head and using her mouth to stretch her father's penis upwards to its limit, popping it out of her mouth with a "

pop."

Every time she did this, her father couldn't help but let

out a groan unique to men.

Xiaoying seemed to enjoy hearing her father's groans. She continued this action, stretching

his penis several times. Then, she pursed her lips, looked for tissues, and

spat out the saliva from the oral sex and the fluid from his urethral opening onto the tissues.

It seemed Xiaoying still couldn't accept swallowing those liquids. If things hadn't

been , Xiaoying would never have swallowed her father's semen. Later that night, after giving me oral sex as compensation,

she swallowed everything from my penis.

Seeing all this, shouldn't I feel a little moved? But I didn't

feel that way at the moment; a pang of sorrow churned within me.

After spitting out the mixed liquid in her mouth, Xiaoying continued to perform oral sex on her father. At the same time, she threw away

the wad of toilet paper with her left hand and placed it under the hem of her father's pajamas. Under the questioning gazes

of my father and me, with her mouth on his penis, she slowly pulled his pajamas up. With the

"sizzling"

and "gurgling"

sounds of Xiaoying performing oral sex, her father's pajamas were slowly pushed up to his chest. His

abdomen , and his nipples with a few long black hairs, began to be revealed. Why was Xiaoying pushing her father's pajamas up? My mind was filled with questions,

but I was too lazy to think about it; I'd just have to keep watching to find the answer.

Xiaoying continued performing oral sex on her father, and after pushing his pajamas up with her left hand, she began to caress his

chest .

Her slender, tender hands gently caressed his chest, occasionally teasing his nipples with her fingers.

Perhaps her father felt itchy; he suppressed the trembling in his body.

When the itching became unbearable, he repeatedly tried to pry away Xiaoying's hands that were teasing his nipples, but

he restrained himself each time. After all, he didn't want to interrupt the comfort Xiaoying was providing, and this comfort was so precious.

Xiaoying continued to perform oral sex on her father, her hands continuing to caress and tease him. Based on the last time, Xiaoying

should have gone to bed with him and had him perform oral sex on her, but she remained devoted to him, never making

a move to go to bed with him.

Perhaps it was because her father hadn't been with Xiaoying for a long time, or perhaps Xiaoying's oral sex skills had improved this time, but in less than

ten minutes, her father reached orgasm.

He was trembling all over, his hips arched like a sturdy arched bridge.

His penis was deeply inserted into Xiaoying's mouth. This time, the signs of his ejaculation were very clear,

and Xiaoying was prepared.

His semen filled Xiaoying's mouth, but because she was prepared, she didn't swallow abruptly

.

When her mouth could no longer hold his thick semen, Xiaoying puffed out her cheeks and spat out his

penis. The remaining semen shot onto Xiaoying's beautiful face.

Xiaoying quietly accepted the baptism of her father's semen, her face, hair, bra, and breasts—

nowhere escaped his spray.

Finally, after his semen had completely stained Xiaoying's mouth, hair, face, breasts, and bra

, he stopped ejaculating.

His body, like a collapsing arched bridge, slowly slumped down, and he lay exhausted on the bed,

panting heavily , his face filled with the intoxication of extreme excitement.

Covered in her father's semen, Xiaoying, cheeks puffed out, slowly walked to the bathroom.

After spitting it out, she took a quick shower.

Watching Xiaoying being washed by the water, my heart was filled with bitterness, but also a sense of relief.

Although what Xiaoying had just done for her father made me jealous, it had also eased the current

tension at home. Perhaps this was the best way to resolve the situation and solve the problem that had been troubling me.

Xiaoying had simply satisfied her father's sexual desire without taking care of herself, which was clearly

a form of comfort for him and a compensation for hurting him earlier.

After washing herself, Xiaoying went to her father's room wearing only her bra.

Her father was still savoring the afterglow of his orgasm, lying quietly on the bed, motionless.

Xiaoying stood by the bed, watching her father, then slowly lifted her feet and climbed onto the bed.

Perhaps feeling the bed shaking, her father opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoying.

Under her father's burning gaze, Xiaoying slowly climbed onto the bed, and then, to her father

's astonishment, gently and quietly lay down beside him.

The father lay on his back on the bed, while Xiaoying lay on her side facing him.

After lying down beside him, Xiaoying opened her charming, bright eyes and looked at his profile.

The father, seemingly surprised by Xiaoying's sudden appearance,

became as nervous as a child.

He fidgeted nervously, unsure whether to place his hands at his sides or on his stomach,

appearing somewhat flustered.

Xiaoying, lying beside him, watched his nervous state with increasing allure, her smile

growing more and more captivating.

"Pfft!" Xiaoying finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, amused by her father's antics.

The father was startled by Xiaoying's sudden outburst, his body stiffening abruptly.

Perhaps broken by Xiaoying's laughter, the father's uneasy hands and body finally calmed down

. He lay quietly on the bed, waiting for what would happen next, but the tension remained.

Xiaoying chuckled softly for a while, then ran her hand through her long hair.

She sighed softly, turning her gaze back to her father's profile, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Dad, can we talk?"

Xiaoying gently placed her hand back on her father's chest, caressing it tenderly, and spoke first.

"Uh, okay."

Her father hadn't expected Xiaoying's sudden question. In their past intimate moments, they had always

tacitly agreed on actions, but never words.

Her father forced a smile, a nervous awkwardness.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I unintentionally hurt your feelings just now, but I didn't mean to

. It was subconscious. Are you still angry?"

Xiaoying gently stroked her father's strong, dark, and aged chest, softly apologizing.

"No, I'm not angry. How could I be angry with you? Xiaoying, you're overthinking it, really

."

Hearing Xiaoying apologize, her father suddenly became agitated. He turned to face

Xiaoying in a fluster, his newly healed hands gesturing frantically, trying to let her know that he wasn't angry at all, and that he

had no right to be angry with her.

Xiaoying was his goddess. Even if she had done something wrong, he couldn't allow her

to apologize to him; it was as if apologizing to him was a sin.

The father gestured with his hands, trying to explain further, but Xiaoying's slender, white hands covered his mouth.

He could only whimper, blinking and staring at her, his frantic gesturing quieting

down.

"Dad, listen to me. I've thought a lot these past month and a half. I thought about my family, I thought about

Jincheng . I admit I'm a woman with strong desires, and right now, because of Jincheng's health, I can't... Dad,

undeniably, being intimate with you is really comfortable. You've resolved my long-suppressed desires. Although

we didn't have actual intercourse, that kind of contact with you gave me satisfaction."

Xiaoying blushed several times as she spoke. Perhaps

she had never used any sensitive words with her father before, but to be frank and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, she

forced herself to express those words that usually offended her.

"But I've always felt guilty, like I've let Jincheng down. Even though Jincheng's health isn't good

, I still love him deeply. Really, Dad, I love Jincheng very much."

Hearing Xiaoying's words, a flicker of disappointment, pain, and a hint of envy flashed in the father's eyes, but more than that...

It was a kind of comfort. Perhaps deep down, he didn't want to compete with his son for his daughter-in-law, nor did he

want to hurt his son further. He was already content with the intimacy he had with Xiaoying.

Both of them wanted to minimize the harm to me, of course, on the basis of satisfying each other's desires.

"But I couldn't control my desires. For the past month and a half, I've been trying to control them

, trying to give up our ill-fated relationship, but just now I failed. Especially seeing your disappointed and aged

appearance , and thinking about everything you've done for this family, I feel very regretful about what I did to you just now."

At this point, Xiaoying finally couldn't hold back her emotions and shed two lines of tears, crying

as she spoke. Her father's eyes also gradually reddened.

"I admit I'm selfish. I'm not a good wife, nor a good daughter-in-law. Thinking about

how things turned out this way, why did I let things begin the way they did? But now I realize that things can't go back

to the past. We've already let Jincheng down. Even if we stop now, what's done is done, and nothing

can be erased."

The father gently wiped away Xiaoying's tears with his aged hands. He looked at Xiaoying with loving eyes.

At this moment, there was no longer any desire in his eyes; instead, they had transformed into the tender love a father has for his daughter.

"Dad, I will satisfy you from now on. I will give you everything your mother-in-law can give you,

except real sex, and physical contact that I cannot accept. I cannot accept you entering my body. After all, I want

to reserve the last forbidden zone for Jincheng, so that I can minimize my guilt. You shouldn't

feel guilty , after all, I also have my own selfish reasons. I am infatuated with the days when we were intimate."

"Dad, I gave my sex and love to Jincheng. All I can give you is sex, but I cannot give you love.

Forgive me."

After hearing Xiaoying's words, a sense of relief and understanding appeared on the father's face. He finally understood

everything in Xiaoying's heart and finally understood why Xiaoying had just rejected him. At this moment, he seemed very happy.

Perhaps Xiaoying's words had opened his heart, and an unprecedented ease appeared on his face.

"Dad, let's be selfish for each other. This is the only thing we've ever done to wrong Jincheng

, but we can never let him know. I'm afraid he won't be able to handle the blow. It's all for our

family." "Dad, I hurt you just now. To apologize, I'll make an exception and give you a reward tonight."

Xiaoying suddenly said shyly. She reached out and grabbed her father's hand, then closed her eyes

. Holding her father's hand, she slowly pulled it towards her body, or more precisely,

towards her snow-white, full 34D breasts. Watching her father's hand get closer and closer to Xiaoying's breasts, my heart clenched. Was another one of my

remaining strongholds about to fall? My relaxed mood suddenly tightened again. That

contradictory feeling, a mix of bitterness and excitement, tormented my thoughts.

But this feeling was also incredibly exciting, like being in a game of ice and fire, the alternating pleasure of hot and cold,

like the ups and downs of life, bringing both setbacks and successes, and a unique kind of stimulation.

In the end, I watched helplessly as one of my most cherished possessions crumbled. Sitting in front of the computer, I watched

powerlessly as my most beloved treasure fell. Xiaoying's pert breasts were my absolute favorite

, but now they were no longer my only source of comfort.

My father's calloused hands finally touched Xiaoying's snow-white breasts. His excited hands

trembled, causing Xiaoying's breasts to ripple gently.

Even with his large hands, he couldn't fully grasp Xiaoying's 34D breasts.

He excitedly caressed them through her bra, and Xiaoying's cheeks slowly flushed. She slowly opened her

closed eyes, her gaze lowered, looking at the hands caressing her

most precious territory—hands that weren't those of her beloved husband.

My father seemed too excited, losing control of his strength. He would occasionally lightly squeeze her breasts while caressing them,

but Xiaoying's breasts were too delicate; even the slightest touch would cause pain.

Each time her father gently pinched Xiaoying's breast, Xiaoying would let out a soft moan, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, but she

didn't stop him, as if trying her best to comfort and satisfy him.

Her father then withdrew his other hand from under his arm and quickly covered Xiaoying's other

breast, his hands freely caressing it under Xiaoying's shy gaze.

His breathing grew faster and more rapid, and Xiaoying's flushed face slowly

contorted , her expression a mixture of excitement and slight pain.

Seemingly unsatisfied with caressing her through her bra, her father moved his hands away and instead cupped Xiaoying's breasts

from below. This action was obvious; he wanted to push up her bra, to have direct contact with her white,

full breasts.

But as soon as his hands were in place, before he could even move, Xiaoying quickly grabbed his large hand

, biting her lower lip shyly, and shook her head slightly at him.

Seeing Xiaoying refuse to remove her bra, a flicker of disappointment crossed the father's eyes, but it was easily

masked . After all, he had already received much tonight; he was easily satisfied and rarely

demanded excessive things from others.

He gently withdrew his hand, lying on his side watching Xiaoying, seemingly unsure of what to do next

or what Xiaoying could accept.

Seeing her father passively waiting, Xiaoying smoothed her hair and slowly sat up.

She reached out and grasped her father's newly erect penis. Stimulated by the pressure of her breasts, the penis, which had already ejaculated

once stood erect again.

With her other hand, Xiaoying gently pushed her father back into a supine position.

Holding his penis, Xiaoying stared intently at her father's weathered face.

Stared at by Xiaoying, his penis still tightly gripped in her hand, the father became increasingly

nervous what to do. His gaze darted around, sometimes looking at the ceiling, sometimes at his sides, avoiding

eye contact with Xiaoying.

Seeing her father's flustered state, Xiaoying chuckled

, her second laugh of the night. From her earlier gaze, it was clear she seemed to enjoy

seeing him so anxious.

After a brief, soft laugh, Xiaoying bent down and took his penis back into her mouth,

beginning a second round of oral sex.

Perhaps because she had only released her father's pent-up desire, her own urges hadn't been fulfilled.

Xiaoying lowered her head, slowly moving her lower body above her father's head.

Without Xiaoying's gaze, the father finally felt release. He gazed adoringly at

the vulva , the groove between the sparse pubic hairs filling him with longing and ecstasy.

They assumed the standard 69 position again. Without Xiaoying needing any prompting, her father wrapped his arms around her slender waist

, pressed her buttocks down, and began sucking on her vulva.

The room was filled once more with an intensely erotic melody.

The heavy breathing, faint moans, and the slurping

sounds of their oral sex echoed throughout the bedroom, lingering in the air.

I, the observer, could only watch as the two, completely lost in their lovemaking, two people of vastly different

ages and appearances,

continued to fuel their passion. Their desires intensified, a fire slowly burning between them, consuming

their lust and their reason.

Perhaps her father's appetite was growing increasingly demanding; he was no longer satisfied with just the 69 position.

He released her already reddened labia, and with his strong hands, gently pushed down

on Xiaoying's snowy buttocks.

Now passive, Xiaoying could only spit out her father's already purplish-red glans. With her father's push, she slowly crawled down to his feet, moving

her hands and legs.

When Xiaoying's buttocks moved from her father's head to his waist, her father sat up straight and moved his lower body out from under

her .

Xiaoying waited on the bed in a doggy-style position. Her father straightened his posture, kneeling on the bed, his hard penis

erect and bouncing with his movements.

At this moment, if her father aimed at Xiaoying's vaginal opening and thrust hard, he could penetrate her

body, reaching its deepest point.

Perhaps because of Xiaoying's plea, he remained clear-headed. He knew Xiaoying couldn't accept his

penetration, so although he longed for it, he still risked taking that step.

Xiaoying seemed to trust her father; this time, she didn't use her hands to protect her last forbidden area.

Her father buried his face in Xiaoying's snowy buttocks, kissing and sucking wildly—her buttocks, her vagina, and this time even

her anus—he tasted everything.

As her father kissed and sucked, Xiaoying could only tremble back and forth, enduring it all. Especially

when he kissed her anus, her body would tremble violently; after all, I

had never given her this treatment before.

Xiaoying's buttocks seemed to transform into a woman's pretty face, the two buttocks like a woman's cheeks, the anus

like the eyes on a woman's face, and the alluring vulva like a woman's lips. Her father kissed this beautiful

"face " with abandon, his kisses leaving Xiaoying's entire buttocks, anus, and vulva wet. He cleansed every inch of Xiaoying's buttocks with his mouth and tongue. With each kiss, their desires reached their peak again. He continued kissing and licking down Xiaoying's inner thighs, his saliva mixed with her love juices, wetting Xiaoying's snowy buttocks and the inside of her thighs. Perhaps sensing that Xiaoying's inner thighs were sufficiently lubricated, her father lifted his sweat-drenched face , forcefully clamping Xiaoying's long, beautiful legs together. He gripped his rock-hard 22-centimeter penis , aimed it between her legs, and thrust it in forcefully. With a loud "smack ," his hips collided tightly with Xiaoying's snowy buttocks. The sound was clear and crisp , like being slapped hard across the face—and I felt as if both my father and Xiaoying had simultaneously struck my face, leaving a burning pain. After this forceful thrust, Xiaoying and her father both looked up, like two devout believers bowing in worship, their expressions devout and entranced, as if performing the most sacred pilgrimage with pure . Sitting at the computer, I sat bolt upright as my father thrust in. I pressed my gaze close, wishing I could peer into the computer screen to see it all clearly. My heart was pounding. After I looked closely, I slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Although my father 's penis was close to Xiaoying's labia, it wasn't inserted into her vagina. As before, it was inserted into the inside of her thigh. Only this time, the shaft of his penis was very close to the entrance of Xiaoying's vagina. How close? Zero distance.

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