All of her other lovers were simply 'toys', in Devon's mercurial mind. Practice pieces, perhaps. She already knew that the only perfect man she'd ever find was seated in his thousand-dollar office chair in front of her, petting and encouraging her as she swallowed his cock in long, deep, and sure strokes.

And she loved to hear his appreciation, her father's wonderfully sexy voice growling out his pleasure, or giving her thick, lusting moans whenever she performed just right. She'd inherited that same proclivity; no stranger to keening or whimpering her ecstasy whenever her father worked on and in her filthy little body.

Devon moaned around the thickness between her lips, sliding her tongue around the slick wet flesh, letting him fall out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound, delving beneath to nuzzle and lick at the hot sac between his thighs. She came up for air a long breathless minute or so later, running her tongue around her mouth and flicking its tip at the head of his cock, smirking up at her father.

"...mmmm, you taste good, Daddy...I love it.."