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Massage Tool Mishap: The Hotel Stay

It had been several weeks since my parents and I first slept together. Despite the shift in our relationship, little else about my summer plans had changed. Mornings were spent working out, while I spent the afternoon with friends or by the pool. I was determined to get into the best shape of my life, and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

This had been the hottest summer in recent memory. The combination of the heat and humidity made running a slog, yet I relished every moment. Something about being out on the roads got my juices flowing. Maybe it was the sweat I built up or the way my tiny little running shorts would rub against my clit, but I would always come home from my runs horny out of my mind.

Most mornings, this would lead to a wild masturbation session during my post-workout shower. The combination of the steaming hot water cascading down my body and my hands gliding over my wet skin would always lead to me fucking my pussy with abandon. This morning, though, something else ended up happening.

As I entered the garage, I saw my father lifting weights. Dad’s shirtless physique was a sight to behold. His muscles glistened with sweat, accentuating their definition. Daddy had a small grey tuft of hair on his chest that I loved to tug on while riding his cock.

I stood there silently as I watched him hard at work. A breathless grunt accompanied his every curl. I had seen Daddy work out hundreds of times, but this morning, my body was on fire, and ...

... watching his glistening body move was making me even hornier.

My nipples hardened under my damp sports bra, begging to be played with. I slid my hands over my top and teased my nipples through the thin fabric. I did my best to stifle any moans, hoping Dad wouldn’t notice me.

I trailed my fingers down my torso, savoring the feeling of my sweaty skin as I made my way down to my drenched pussy. My shorts had written into my crotch, giving me a pronounced cameltoe. I slid my hand into them, gliding my fingers through my slick folds before burying a finger deep inside me.

My legs shook as I pumped one and then two fingers into my soaking wet cunt, pressing my palm against my clit while fucking myself silly. While I was enjoying playing with myself, I needed more. I took my hand out of my shorts and sauntered over to my father.

"Morning, Daddy," I seductively said as I sunk to the ground while pulling his shorts down with me.

Dad looked surprised, but a smile crossed his lips as I took his limp dick into my mouth. There were few things I loved more than feeling Daddy's dick grow hard between my lips. I twirled my tongue around his veiny shaft while dragging my lips up and down his meat.

"Amy," Dad groaned.

I cupped his balls, massaging them gently as I increased the pace of my bobbying. Dad tended to like a slow, sensual blowjob, but right now, I needed to suck his cock like a slut. I grabbed Dad's ass and pulled his hips towards my face as I stroked his cock with ...