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I really need to begin checking the weather app on my phone before I make plans. Maybe one of the last oppressively hot days this year and I decide I’m gonna try out a new recipe. I check the kitchen cupboards and we have most of the ingredients. MOST of them. I’m a competent but uninspired chef and I follow recipes exactly. Time to walk to the grocery. 

I open the front door and the wave of obnoxious heat that washes over me almost makes me decide to wait til tomorrow. But I’m really looking forward to making this meal; it combines some of my father’s favorite foods. And I don’t need to buy much, so having to carry it all back home won’t be  an problem. So I don’t pass on my last opportunity for the year to collapse from heat exhaustion. 

By the time I make it back home, I’m shaking and light- headed. I kick my shoes off at the door and make a bee- line for the kitchen. I fill a glass with ice cubes and top it off with water. I drink it standing at the sink and toss the bag of ingredients indiscriminately into the fridge. I meander upstairs. 

In my bedroom, I strip down and faceplant on the bed. By this time, the water that I’ve drank is popping out on my skin and streaming down my body. I’m expending plenty of energy considering taking a shower, but it can wait while I lie here and sweat. Soon, I’m dozing.

Not sure how long later, I awake to my legs being spread. I’m still laying on my stomach and I look back over my shoulder. Daddy kneels down on the bed between my legs and hooks an arm underneath me. He lifts, raising my ass into the air, then bends each knee and slides it forward, propping me up in this position. I giggle semi- deliriously. Head down, ass up..

My father leans forward so his face is almost in my cunny and inhales deeply. He sighs in pleasure. Suddenly sweat isn’t the only thing I’m wet with. 

“Do I smell good, Daddy?” I whisper shyly. 

“SO good, princess,” he replies, his voice thick. I can see how aroused he is.  He puts his hands on my buttocks and begins to knead them in converging circles. Soon we can both hear how wet I am. Daddy leans forward again and drags his tongue firmly from my clit, between the lips of my cunny, across both holes and up through the cleft of my ass. 

“AAHH..” I’m moaning and my entire body is shaking. I try to rise up on my elbows, but Daddy pushes me back down. 

“Stay just how I put you. That’s my good girl.” I feel his breath where he’s left a trail of wetness, cooling me. I shudder. My father hums softly as he gives my clit a gentle, sucking kiss. Strokes it with his tongue. My hips are rolling but I’m trying not to pull away from him. My finger goes into my mouth like I wish his cock would. I whimper in disappointment when he pulls his mouth away from my clit. 

Daddy spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. Fucks me with his tongue. It circles around inside me, as though searching for every drop of pussy juice. I push back against him, rising up on my elbows, impaling myself on his tongue and rubbing my cunny on his face. His fingers dig into my hips and he pushes his mouth roughly against me, questing tongue licking me deep inside. I’m panting harshly and my mouth drops open as I throw my head back and ride my father’s tongue.

Again, he pulls away. Pushes me back down. Daddy’s hands go to my butt cheeks, spread them aside. Then his thick, wet tongue is lapping at my asshole. I shudder and my moans are like wordless singing, my voice rising in pitch like it all the time does when Daddy’s taking care of his little girl. Then the point of his tongue is pressing insistently at the center of my hole. I try to be a good girl and relax. Let him in.

And suddenly- OH GOD OH FUCK- Daddy’s thumb slips into my cunny, his fingers beating rapidly against my clit, Morse code spelling out “Be a good girl and come for your father.”

I’m writhing, singing for my Daddy, sucking his tongue with my asshole and his finger with my pussy. And once again, I’m running with sweat. 

NSFW: yes

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