Let’s go to the kitchen, it’s more easy to clean! – Caught sitting on a toy

Title: “Caught Red-Handed: A Spontaneous Kitchen Encounter”

As the morning light peeked through the kitchen curtains, perception of sound began to emerge from my dreamy state. There was the faint hum of the refrigerator, the distant chirping of birds outside, and then, a sound that quickly jolted me awake – the distinct creaking of floorboards from down the hall. My heart raced as I realized I was not alone in the house.

Pulse pounding, I glanced over at my college-aged girlfriend, Monica, still sound asleep and blissfully unaware of our unexpected visitor. We had been up late the night before, and in our post-coital daze, had evidently left the door unlocked, allowing a sneaky intruder to easily make their way inside.

Cocking my ear, I tried to discern footsteps or any other sound that might betray the identity of the intruder. But there was only an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Ever so slowly, I peeled myself away from Monica’s warm embrace, careful not to disturb her as I tiptoed towards the doorway.

No sooner had my bare feet hit the cool hardwood of the hallway than I heard it – a low, rhythmic thud that sent a chill down my spine. The sound seemed to be coming from the kitchen, juxtaposed with a series of muffled grunts that could have only meant one thing: someone was in there, up to no good.

With bated breath, I inched forward, my back pressed against the wall as I crept towards the kitchen. As I reached the threshold, a spectacular sight greeted me – one that I could scarcely believe my eyes were witnessing. There, on the cool linoleum floor, sat our nineteen-year-old daughter Mira, her slender thighs splayed wide as she feverishly worked a dildo in and out of her petite cunt.

“Mira?!” I gasped, unable to contain my shock.

The young minx yelped in surprise, whipping her head around to face me. Her almond-shaped eyes were glazed over with lust, a sheen of sweat glistening on her brow. Even in my state of shock, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked in the throes of passion – her chestnut tresses fanned out around her, her button nose scrunched up in concentration as she continued to pleasure herself despite my presence.

“Daddy…I…I can explain,” Mira stammered, her voice breathy and thick with desire.

I should have been angry, should have made some sort of parental threat or lecture. But as I watched my daughter writhe and moan on the floor, something primal took hold of me. My cock began to stir, growing steadily harder in my pajama pants as I beverageed the sight of Mira’s tight, glistening pussy.

“Please don’t stop,” I heard myself say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let me watch.”

Mira’s eyes widened, her plump lower lip trembling as she nodded eagerly. She abandoned the toy, instead using her fingers to spread her folds open, allowing me an unimpeded view of her pink inner walls.

I licked my lips, transfixed by the way Mira’s clit peeked out from beneath its hood, begging for attention. Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees, crawling towards my daughter until my face was mere inches from her steaming hot cunt.

“May I, dear?” I asked, my voice hoarse with need.

“Please Daddy,” Mira whimpered, squirming against the cool floor. “I want you so badly.”

And with that, I dove in, burying my face between Mira’s thighs like a man possessed. She cried out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly as I lapped at her juicy folds, dragging my tongue thickly over her swollen clit.

“I love your taste,” I growled, pausing briefly to speak. “You taste like heaven, baby girl.”

“Mmm, Daddy’s such a good eater!” Mira panted, her nails raking down my back as I continued to pleasure her. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

I could feel the tension building in her slender body, her muscles growing taut as I drove her closer and closer to the edge. With a final flick of my tongue against her sensitive little nub, Mira threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

The first gush of squirt hit me square in the face, the warm fluid dripping down my chin and onto my bare chest. Mira cried out desperately, her hands fisting in my hair as she rode out her orgasm against my mouth. Spurts of her sweet nectar continued to erupt from her quivering cunt, a true scientific fountain erupting.

After long, delicious minutes, Mira finally went limp, her body sagging against the floor as she gasped for breath. I sat back on my haunches, licking the last of her essence from my lips as I stared down at her adoringly.

“I can’t believe how amazing you taste,” I said, reaching out to caress her cheek. “Daddy’s just getting started with you, baby girl.”

Mira’s eyes lit up at the promise in my words, her pussy already clenching with renewed need. And as I lowered my lips to hers for a heated kiss, I knew that our lives would never be the same.