It wasn't that unusual, Devon splayed across her father's large desk with her legs splayed wide and feet hiked high. She could be a very demanding teenager at times, and she knew her father adored her enough to ever refuse anything she might offer thus. Besides, they were all each other had, so why question a good thing?

Allowing her father to position her how he wanted her, Devon leaned back completely on the desk, lean supple body rolling in time with the strokes of Blake's skilled tongue, wet and hot and slick. She whimpered, moaned, and whined as he worked her over, begging for more with every breathless mewl.

It wouldn't take much to throw her over the edge; she was wet and sensitive, slim hips undulating in his hands as he molested her clit, and a particular rough scrape had her bucking in response, back arching and now-bared breasts bouncing.

"...Daddy!"

Devon ran her hands down her body, one coming to rest atop Blake's head, urging him for more, more, "...more, Daddy, more.."