Chapter 16

Friday, about mid-morning, Michelle called Flora. A phone call from Austin during a workday raised immediate concerns for Flora.

“Hey, Momma Flora!” Michelle excitedly greeted her.

“Hey there, sweetie. Is everything alright? Why aren’t you at work?” Flora asked with genuine concern.

“Because we just got done at the OB/GYN’s office, and ... Angie’s pregnant!” Michelle shouted into the phone, gleefully. “Oh my God, we’re so excited!”

“And I’m excited for you, sweetheart,” Flora answered, her heart racing. “Have you called Henry to give him the news yet?”

“No,” Michelle answered, “I know better than to bother him while he’s at work.” She was right to be cautious about interrupting Henry’s workflow. Once he was on the job, he purposely stayed laser focused, and it bothered him a bit when a non-work surprise cropped up. Most people took that characteristic as iciness on Henry’s part. Flora knew better.

“I can let him know,” Flora suggested, “unless you want to wait ‘til tonight and talk with him directly...? Michelle answered that she didn’t want to keep Henry out of the loop, so Flora should tell him.

“So,” Flora continued, “even after all that sexy time with Enrique, Angie got pregnant, but you didn’t? Mother Nature is loca sometimes...”

“I know, right?” Michelle replied. “You’d have thought that Dad could have impregnated ten women with as much of his juice as we had in us ... maybe thirty, if you could all the goop he shot into Romi,” she chuckled.

“Well, regardless,” Flora responded, “I’m just so thrilled for you and Angie both, honey. Is she there? Can I talk with her for a minute?”

“Sure, hold on...,” Michelle replied. Flora could hear some muffled discussion on the other end, then some background noise as Michelle handed her cell phone to Angie. Finally, Angelica’s voice came on the line. “Hello?”

Flora spent several minutes showering Angie with congratulations and early pregnancy advice. After that, she asked her most pressing question. “So, Angie, when are you and ‘Chelle planning to move up here?”

“We’ve talked about it a lot already, Flora,” Angie replied, “and I think I’m gonna keep working until it’s obvious that I’m pregnant ... probably sometime in the second trimester ... we’ll see. After that, I’ll quit my job and ‘Chelle plans to keep working ‘til the renovations on your house are completed. When that’s all set, we’ll hire some movers and make our way northward to you.”

“That sounds like a very smart approach,” Flora conceded. “In the meantime, please let us know if there’s anything we can do to help you, okay? Anything at all.”

“Thanks, we will.” Angie replied before handing the phone back to Michelle. The two ladies shared a joyously tearful goodbye before ending the call. Instead of calling Henry, Flora decided to drive to his office and give him the news in person.

When she arrived, he was just ending a call with someone in the corporate office, and it appeared to be a friendly call, thankfully. He saw her when she entered his modest office and smiled warmly at her, holding one finger up, then pointing at the phone receiver at his ear. These odd little gestures informed her that he’d just be another minute or two. She came inside, closed the door, then nodded and took a seat across the desk from him, where she waited patiently.

She knew from experience that his work calls rarely ended as quickly as he wanted them to, and that particular call was no different. The wall clock ticked away for another five minutes, then ten, while the person on the other end droned on. Henry rolled his eyes and mimed being tortured, causing his wife to stifle some giggles. Finally, the call ended, and he was free to visit with Flora.

“Hey there, sugar bear!” he said to her while rounding the desk with his arms wide. She stood and enjoyed his embrace, brief though it was. “This is a nice surprise,” Henry continued before his face suddenly changed, temporarily losing its color. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is just wonderful,” Flora said with a warm smile. “I just got some news and wanted to share it with you right away.”

“Okay ... you have my attention,” Henry raised one eyebrow as he smirked.

“Angie is pregnant!”

“Wha...? Really?” Henry’s face lit up as Flora’s contagious happiness caught him in its orbit. “That’s wonderful news! So, you talked to her ... is she doing alright? Is Michelle okay? Do they need anything?”

Flora chuckled at her husband’s automatic response to the news. Ever the considerate father, his first concern was always the safety and happiness of their children. “They’re both fine, Enrique. ‘Chelle called to give me the news, and yes, I talked to Angie too. I’ll give you the short version so you can get back to work; Angie’s gonna keep working until it’s obvious she’s pregnant. Michelle will keep working until our house is ready for them to move up here.”

“What about their house? Are they gonna put it on the market?” Henry asked.

“I don’t know, I didn’t think to ask.” Flora admitted.

“That’s fine,” Henry said, “we can worry about that later. I’m just so happy for Michelle and Angie. It’s a huge step for them ... but I know how much they wanted a baby, and I believe they’ll both be great parents.”

“I think so too, guapo,” Flora echoed his sentiment.

They continued to hold each other closely, savoring their celebratory hug. After a couple more minutes, Flora said, “Okay then, I should let you get back to your work. You’re not gonna be too late tonight, are you? I’m gonna make fajitas with all the sides, and I wanna make sure it won’t be cold when you get home.”

Henry smirked. “Honey, do you honestly think I would be late leaving work tonight – of all nights? If I worked late tonight, I’m convinced Sofia might try to strangle me in my sleep.”

They both chuckled, knowing he was exaggerating, but not by much. “Well then, I guess we’ll see just a little after 6 o’clock, papa bear.”

“Count on it,” Henry said before kissing Flora warmly.

All through dinner, Sofia was so nervous that she couldn’t look directly at Henry. Each time he got close to her, even in passing, she would try to shrink herself, blushing like mad. Every once in a while, she would steal a glance in his direction, only to be overwhelmed again by the tingles between her thighs, and the fluttering in her tummy. Resolving herself to act like as mature as she knew how, she decided to wolf down her dinner and volunteered to clean up after the meal. This little gesture did not go unnoticed by Romi nor Flora, who glanced at each other and shared a smirk.

As Sofia started to clean the kitchen, Romi made a conscious decision to slow the schedule for the evening. She wanted her daughter to understand that everything takes time. She wanted her to understand that the whole world didn’t revolve around her wants and desires. She also wanted to enjoy a glass of wine and some light flirting before jumping her Daddy’s bones.

Truth be told, Romi also took a devilish joy from watching her daughter get more and more antsy the longer she was made to wait for the one thing she wanted most. Somewhere deep inside, Romi wanted Sofia to get to the point of begging Henry for his physical affection, like she herself had done so many years before. “She’s already desperate for him,” Romi thought silently, “but she’s afraid to admit it out loud.”

So, for all those reasons, Romi poured some wine for herself and Flora, then two fingers of single malt scotch for Henry, and the adults sat in the family room, chatting while they sipped their beverages. Every few minutes, Romi would sneak a look at her daughter, dutifully washing the dishes, and note her visible level of anxious frustration. As the minutes wore on, Sofia began to make faces and hand gestures that made it clear that she wasn’t sure if her mother and her Papa were waiting for her to finish cleaning up, or if they were purposely just wasting time before getting to the good stuff. Careful not to rush and break anything, Sofia got through her tasks as quickly as she could, then joined her mother on the sofa.

Without saying a word, she leaned into Romi’s side and used her eyes to signal toward the stairs. Romi acted like she didn’t know what Sofia was hinting at. So, the teen gestured silently again, tilting her head in a jerking motion toward the stairs and the bedrooms at the top of them. Once more, Romi acted ignorant. When Sofia couldn’t take it anymore, she finally spoke. “Psst ... Mom...”

“What’s up, sweetie?” Romi asked, still feigning ignorance.

“Um ... you said Friday night would be ... um ... extra special, and it’s Friday night ... so...”

“Oh, I understand now,” Romi said, suppressing a wide grin. “Well, if you really want to watch your Papa and I, you’ll have to ask him if it’s okay.”

Sofia was surprised by this. So was Henry. Sure, he knew about Romi’s plan to let Sofia watch them, but she’d never given him a heads-up about making Sofia as for his permission. He tried to keep his face stony, refraining from showing his eagerness to Sofia.

“Um ... Papa?”

“Yes, punkin’?” he answered.

“Momma said the two of you would be making ... um ... having sex tonight, and um ... is it ... can I watch?” she asked demurely, the blush on her cheekbones extending southward until her neck was also deep crimson.

“Well,” Henry tried to remain stoic, “as long as it’s okay with your mother, then I suppose it’s alright with me. What do you say, Romes?”

Romi looked over at her daughter, studying her face, as if it were the first time she’d considered the possibility of the girl’s readiness. “Hmm ... yeah, I guess it’s alright. I think she’s ready for the first step, Daddy.”

“Yay!” Sofia immediately shot from the sofa and bolted up the stairs, clearing at least two steps at a time. When she reached the top, she realized no one was behind her and she turned around. Staring down at the family room from the balcony, she held up her hands in a ‘let’s go’ gesture. Romi started giggling, which caused Flora to follow suit.

“Well?!” asked Sofia. “What’re you waiting for?”

“She raises a good point,” Henry said quietly. With that, he set down his glass, rose from the love seat and extended one hand to Romi. She put down her wine glass on the coffee table, then accepted Henry’s hand. The two of them walked upstairs hand-in-hand, straight toward the master bedroom.

Once inside, Romi turned to see Sofia had been silently following them and was standing less than two feet behind the pair. She chuckled at her daughter’s eagerness. “Okay sweetie,” she said, “you can go over to the reading chair. And you keep your butt planted there, you hear me? Remember the rules I told you about.”

“Okay, Mom,” Sofia said quietly before obeying her mother’s instructions.

“Now, as much as I like the later parts of this, I really do enjoy helping your Papa get naked. So that’s how we’re gonna start,” Romi announced. As she and Henry stood in the middle of the room, she unbuttoned and removed his work shirt, baring his wide chest. Romi ran her fingers across that expanse, tickling and teasing him before she lowered her hands to his belt. Summoning her years of practice, she deftly unbuckled and removed his belt, tossing it to the side of the room, piling on top of his shirt. Then, with hunger in her eyes, she unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis before pushing them down to his ankles. Without further fanfare, she let him step out of his pants, then she helped him remove his socks. With him standing in just his boxer shorts, she let her fingers dance over him again, tantalizingly. The effect on him was evident, as it only took a few moments of her touch and her warm breath on his skin to coax his python down the left leg of his shorts before peeking out the bottom. Within just a few more moments, Henry’s dick was as hard as ever, and that snake was no longer peeking out, it was overtly making its presence known. Several inches of prime, paternal pecker extended below the leg of his boxers.

Romi couldn’t wait any longer and unceremoniously pulled his boxers down, releasing the entirety of Henry’s long, fat cock to the open air. It swayed and bobbed heavily, moving freely with his heartbeat.

Sofia gasped loudly at the first sight of it. Romi quietly hummed her appreciation.

Briefly looking over her shoulder at Sofia, Romi said, “You oughta take off your clothes, honey. I’m sure your Papa would love to see how much you’ve grown up. But before you do, go into the master bath and grab a towel so you can sit on it while you’re naked.”

Sofia scrambled to grab a towel, returning very quickly, before spreading it on the seat of the reading chair. Turning back to face Henry and her mother, Sofia reached down for the lower hem of her tee shirt, and suddenly froze with nervousness. Henry was watching her in a way she’d never seen before. His eyes showed his lustful hunger. He was anxious to see her petite, busty body. He needed it so much his fingers felt itchy, and his perverse prong lurched, tiny bubbles of precum collecting on the piss slit.

Romi saw what was happening and decided to help Sofia, instead of just verbally pushing her. Rising from her knees, she went to Sofia and stood beside her. “Here, baby,” she said soothingly. “We’ll get naked together, okay?” With no further words needed, Romi pulled her tee shirt off, then waited for Sofia to do the same. She did, blushing even deeper than before. Henry did his best to silence a rumbling groan as he saw the stunningly blessed girls in their bras. It took all his self-will not to grab his dick and starting jacking it right then. “Be patient,” he kept silently reminding himself.

Romi smiled at Sofia and took off her own skirt, letting it fall around her feet. Then, she waited for Sofia to do the same. She did. Then, Romi chose to remove her own bra, unleashing those deliciously large, round, pendulous melons. They slapped into each other heavily upon their release, then jiggled to rest. Romi looked at Sofia and nodded, indicating that the girl should keep going. Sofia got the message and fumbled nervously with her own bra hooks for a moment before pulling off her brassiere. Henry couldn’t contain his reactions any longer, he let out a low, growling moan, surprising Sofia.

“Mmm,” Romi told her daughter, “I know from experience that when your Papa makes that noise, it means he’s very happy to see you this way.” Sofia smiled nervously, still too uncertain of herself to look at Henry directly. “Okay, baby,” Romi said to her daughter, “that just leaves these pesky panties, and I’m ready to be out of mine ... how ‘bout you?”

Sofia nodded bashfully, then hooked her thumbs in the lacy waistband of her panties, and slowly pushed them down.

Henry watched both girls bend forward at the waist, their wobbling wonders hanging below them as they fidgeted out of their underwear. His cock began twitching in rhythm with his pulse, which was increasing, both in tempo and strength. When both Romi and Sofia stood up, Henry’s eyes went straight to the bald mound Sofia was thankfully not trying to hide. His cock lurched powerfully, a large dollop of precum dropping to the hardwood floor with a ‘splat’.

To Henry’s eyes, Sofia looked like an exact copy of Romi when she’d been that age. Sure, her hair was a little lighter, as were her eyes, but everything else looked identical. Her large breasts with wide, bubble-gum areolas, her boyishly slender hips and thighs, her little butt that bubbled out when viewed in profile ... Henry let out another low groan and absently reached for his dick, intending to stroke it.

“No, Daddy ... that’s for all for me tonight,” Romi said as she saw his hand reach for his pleasure package. Turning to her daughter, she said, “That’s my cue, honey. Just remember, you have to stay in that chair ... don’t try to be sneaky and get on the bed with us.”

“‘kay...,” Sofia mumble-whispered, her eyes glued to Henry’s heavy hog as it swayed. Sofia shuffled backward until her legs hit the chair and she sort of sat and fell at the same time, planting her little butt on the towel-covered seat.

Romi quickly pushed and maneuvered her Daddy onto the bed, forcing him to lie on his back. “Daddy,” she said, her voice taking on a smoky quality, “I was hoping to taste you tonight, but maybe we can do that later. By the looks of it, you need something else ... and pretty soon too. However, I do need you to make sure I’m extra slippery for you. Will you lick me, Daddy?” She knew his answer before she asked, but she also knew he liked it when she talked to him that way – and she was trying to educate Sofia, after all – so why not add some narration to the action?

Henry smiled and nodded, at which point, Romi straddled his face and brought her smoothly-shaved mound onto his mouth. He immediately went to work, slathering her hot box with his tongue, trying to slurp up every drop of her juice he could find while suckling on her clit hungrily.

Neither Henry nor Romi could see Sofia from their vantage point, but she was thoroughly enjoying the show. With one hand pawing at her own breasts, and the other strumming across her budding clit, she was already panting and shuddering quietly.

In short order, Henry’s mouth brought Romi her first orgasm of the night. Once her muscles started listening to her again, she giggled for a few moments, then eased herself down his body so she could kiss his slippery face. “Okay, sweetie,” she said to Sofia, though she never looked her direction, “I’m gonna slide your Papa’s big dick inside me now.” She then grabbed his eager prong with one hand and slotted the head into her outer lips.

“I still don’t know how that will fit,” Sofia mumbled, but her comment was so quiet, no one else heard her.

Once Romi felt she had Henry’s fat cock head where it needed to be, she put her hands on his chest and raised her upper body. At the same time, she pushed down with her hips, taking almost a third of his girthy sausage inside herself on the first lunge.

“Aahh,” Romi exclaimed, then without pause, she rose and pushed herself down again, taking a bit more of his veiny member in her twitching tunnel. She waited for just a moment, smiled down at her Daddy, then rose and pushed as hard as she could, forcing the rest of his cock to disappear inside her pulsating pussy. The bulbous head of his dick bounced off her cervix, causing her to wince, sucking air through her teeth, but she immediately began to hum and mewl with pleasure. Without pulling back, she used her tummy, thigh and glute muscles to grind on him, stirring her innards with his fat pole.

“Fuck...,” Sofia whispered as she witnessed the otherworldly act her mother had just performed. “How...?” she mumbled. As baffled as the teen was, her hands automatically roved over her tingling parts until she had two fingers sliding in and out of her pristine little pussy, a muted squelching sound emanating from her puffy, pink slit.

Romi began rising and falling, coming down with such force that Henry’s balls bounced up to slap her butthole with each stroke. Both Romi and Henry started panted loudly. As calmly as she could, but loud enough for Sofia to hear, Romi said, “Daddy, do you think you’ll be able to go more than once tonight?”

Henry smirked. “With you two lovely, naked girls so close by? How could I not?”

Romi chuckled, “Good. ‘Cause I want the first load inside me, and you can let go whenever you’re ready ... I wanna feel it, Daddy.”

With that, Henry grabbed Romi’s little butt cheeks and held her still as he bounced up into her from below. The determination and need showed clearly on his face as he panted and puffed until his balls started to draw up. Then, with a howl, he exploded inside Romi’s spasming sluice. “Oh yes, Daddy,” Romi cried. “C’mon ... keep going ... I need all of it...”

Henry did just that, spewing a gargantuan glut of gooey seed inside her. Each time she felt his cream splatter against her sugar walls, she let out a tiny grunting yelp, her hips twitching involuntarily as she rode out a series of small, rolling orgasms atop his spitting cock.

The two lay panting together for a couple minutes. Then, remembering that Sofia had been watching them, Romi looked toward the reading chair, where her daughter was sitting with one leg dangling over the armrest, and two fingers still in her little coochie. The teen’s eyes were bugged out with fascination and amazement.

“Oh my God, Mom,” she said panted with a slightly slurred lilt, “that was ... awesome!”

Romi nodded. “No argument here,” she giggled to herself.

“Um ... did you...,” Sofia started to ask, “did he ... did Papa cum inside you?”

Romi nodded again, a smile on her face. “Yep. It feels really wonderful when he does that ... kinda hard to explain ... but it’s really warm and ... just ... really intimate.”

“But ... aren’t you afraid you’ll get pregnant again?” Sofia asked.

“No, honey,” Romi said. “I’m on birth control. And I know the pills aren’t 100% effective, so I wouldn’t let anyone else finish inside me, even if I ever wanted to have sex with some other guy, which I don’t. But with your Papa, I’m willing to take that risk.”

“‘Cause you love each other?” Sofia asked.

“Smart girl,” Romi winked at Sofia, “that’s exactly right.” With that, Romi lifted her hips enough to extricate Henry’s dick from her jizz-filled snatch. As soon as the bulbous head of his cock was no longer plugging her hole, a river of his cream began to drool from her haven, falling wetly to the bedspread below.

“Oh my God!” Sofia exclaimed loudly. “Mom! What ... that’s ... is that how much a guy shoots every time?!”

Romi chuckled. “No, baby. Your Papa’s special in that way too. Not only is his penis a lot bigger than normal, his body also produces a whole lot more semen than an average man ... hell, maybe more than 10 average men ... I don’t know for sure ... but he almost always shoots this much.” Romi said all this while absentmindedly toying with her own twat, smearing the drooling ooze around her mound. Without thinking, she raised her fingers to her mouth and slurped them clean.

“Ewwwww,” Sofia said as her face twisted in disgust. “Mom ... why are you eating it?”

Romi realized what she’d been doing and blushed slightly. “Well ... it doesn’t taste like you probably imagine it does. I’ve heard from other women that the cum their guys make tastes like slimy salt ... which doesn’t sound appetizing in the least. But your Papa’s cum ... is ... well, it’s not like that. It’s a little slimy, sure ... but it’s also a teeny bit sweet and tart at the same time ... I like it.”

“Can I...,” Sofia started to ask before she was cut off by Romi.

“Nope ... not right now, at least. Maybe some other time, but not now.”

Sofia’s first reaction was to push out her bottom lip and pout. But before she did that, the second part of what her mother had said hit her ears... “Maybe some other time...”. That meant that this wasn’t a one-time thing! She would get to see her Papa naked again! Sofia’s whole face warmed and brightened at the thought.

“Okay,” Romi continued. “I have to go clean up before we do anything else. That’s another thing you should know, sweetie; Your Papa doesn’t want to taste his own cream. So, because it makes him happy, I make sure to get his cum off me before I ask him to kiss me where his cum has been.”

“So,” Sofia responded, “you clean up before you ask him to kiss you again? Just because it makes him happy?”

“That’s right, baby girl. Why don’t you come with me?” Romi said before heading into the master bath. While she was taking a quick shower, she answered some questions that Sofia had been pondering. Afterward, Romi brushed her teeth before the two of them returned to the bedroom. Sofia reclaimed her seat on the reading chair, and Romi climbed back into bed with her Daddy.

Romi shared a deep, passionate kiss with him, both enjoying the ensuing tongue dance as they tenderly caressed one another with gentle touches wherever their fingers chose to travel. Henry’s cock had not flagged. In fact, still caked with some of his drying cum and Romi’s copious juices, it somehow looked even angrier than before.

“So, Daddy,” Romi said to him, “I have a confession to make. For the first time ever, I think my pussy is too sore to try again tonight. However, ... I can plainly see that you still need more relief. So, I’m asking you for your preference; would you rather have me suck you off ... or would you rather fuck my titties?”

Henry smiled. “And what, pray tell, would be wrong with choosing both?”

“Hmm...,” Romi mockingly acted as if she were seriously pondering his question. “I suppose we could make that work,” she smiled widely, “since it was my secret plan all along! Bwah-hah-hah!” She cackled comically. Everyone got a good giggle from her silliness, which eased the tension and offered another teachable moment for Sofia; Sex doesn’t always have to be serious business ... you’re allowed to have fun with each other, as long as it’s not hurtful to anyone involved.

As their giggles faded, Romi slowly made her way down to Henry’s eagerly waiting wang. “Okay, baby,” Romi said to Sofia, “I’m gonna taste your Papa’s dick now. I know you’ve probably heard it called a blowjob before, but that name is misleading. It’s not about blowing at all ... it’s about sucking. Here, watch...”

With that, she took the head of Henry’s member into her warm mouth and sucked gently, using her tongue to wash off some of the combined crust she found there, and causing Henry to moan with pleasure. Popping her mouth back off him, she addressed her daughter again. “The secret is to take as much of him inside your mouth as you can and suck on it, then use your hands to stroke the part that won’t fit. Like this...”

And Romi went into action, sliding just over half his length in her mouth, swallowing repeatedly to allow the head to slip into her throat. She held herself still for a moment, then began to rise and fall on his pecker, slobbering liberally, and using her hands to jack the bottom half of his meat at the same time. Henry’s moans grew louder.

Just for fun, and to prove to her daughter that it could be done, Romi braced herself before taking Henry’s entire length into her mouth and throat, her nose getting tickled by his small patch of wiry pubic hair.

“Jesus...,” Sofia mumbled, her eyes still bugged out as she witnessed her mother’s prowess. The teen then resumed finger-banging herself ... savagely.

Romi pulled back from deep throating him, keeping about half of him in her mouth. She returned to using her wet maw to fuck her own face while jerking the bottom half of it. After another couple minutes of this, she pulled her mouth completely off him with a loud, wet ‘pop’. Looking up at him while she continued to use both hands to smear her slobber all over his member, she asked, “Are you ready to fuck my titties now?”

Henry let out another primal growl as he nodded. “Oh yes I am, baby.”

With that, she clambered off the bed and knelt on the area rug at the foot of it, holding her tits up for his appreciation and use. Following her, Henry stood in front of Romi’s kneeling form and slapped his monster member on her breasts a couple times, the spit-covered heavy hog creating little ripples in her tit flesh with each contact. Then, without further fanfare, he placed his dick in her deep cleavage. She knew exactly what he wanted, so she used both hands to mold her breasts around his massive member. Her oversized chest was able to hide all but the head, plus an inch or two, and the soft warmth of that trap was enough to make Henry’s knees feel a little rubbery. He began sawing his cock back and forth between those colossal chesticles, each thrust bringing him closer to another messy orgasm.

“Tell me when you’re close, Daddy,” Romi quietly requested.

“Won’t be long, baby,” he muttered while he ramped up his tempo. “So good ... fuck, you know exactly how to make me crazy, sweetie,” he said before he placed his hands on the parts of her bulging bazooms that her small hands couldn’t reach, allowing him to enjoy the feel of those tatas with his fingers, while also adding more squeezing pressure around his cock. “Gonna be soon, baby girl,” he grunted.

With ninja-like speed and dexterity, she somehow removed his hands from her breasts, his cock from her cleavage, and pushed him back a step. Then, with the same lightning quickness, she reached over, grabbed Sofia’s arm and pulled her down to a kneeling position right next to her. “Papa’s gonna cum again, sweetie,” she told her daughter. “Hold your boobs up just like I’m doing ... good girl ... now, shake ‘em just a little bit, baby ... good.” Romi looked up at Henry’s face and asked, “So, will you show our little girl how much you cum? C’mon Daddy, stroke that fat, juicy dick and spray it all over us.”

He was only a moment behind her. Within what seemed like a fraction of a second, Henry aimed his cock at the deliciously lewd twosome before him, and he began painting both sets of quivering breasts with his pearly paste. Over and over and over and over, his balls sent a blistering barrage of baby batter onto Romi and Sofia’s waiting chests.