My wicked, willing daughter part7 (end)

As Jenni had been relating to me her experience with Ann, she had
continued to manipulate my cock at the same time. I was at the point
where we both decided it was time for a break from the story. I peeled
off my shorts and straddled the deck lounge chair where she sat. We
adjusted the back until Jenni’s head was at the right height and angle
for me to mouth fuck her. I leaned into her, and she encircled the
throbbing cock head with her lips, drawing it deep into her oral cavity.
Jenni changed the angle of her head slightly, and I began to fuck through
her mouth and down into her throat. Jenni was becoming very accomplished
at deep-throating and only gagged a couple of times–at least until I
blasted her gullet with several heavy spurts of cum from my cock! She
let my cock remain in the warm confines of her mouth until it was totally
deflated. “Okay Daddy”, she remarked, “now that we’ve taken care of your problem,
I’ll go on with my story about what happened at Ann’s tonight. As I said
earlier, we’d just finished having a ball with our fabulous 69. Ann told
me she was going out back to fetch Big Guy. She returned shortly leading
a very large, gray German Shepherd. She sat back down on the sofa beside
me, released the dog’s leash, spread her legs, then snapped two fingers.