🪦

“I’m going to count to 3.”

“Dumb little girl”

Warning! This is between Consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.

Being so drunk that when you come home you curl up in his lap. He of course is very welcoming to his baby and lets you. Rubbing your back and softly scolding you for being so reckless. He's happy that you are safe and sound at home now. Sighs and relaxes in his recliner with you. Sometimes leaning down and pecking his little girl's lips. It's a sweet and comfortable scene.

Until drunk you gets too needy, you start to squirm and he thinks it's you getting comfortable. A small grunt comes from him when you accidentally grind against him. Grabs your hips and helps you reposition while telling you to stay still. That lasts only a couple minutes before you're grinding down on him again. He takes a sharp breath as his cock starts to get hard.

You're in the shortest skirt so your panties are so easily exposed and he's in the thinnest sweats ever with no boxers. Baby, if you wanna stay on Dad's lap and cuddle you need to stay still. He says softly as he kisses your forehead. All you do is whine and pout while looking at him. Grinding down again, need it dad... You whine and keep going as you feel him getting harder. He lets out a low moan, please dad...one more time... He looks you in the eyes, one more time. He points a finger in your face, I'm not fucking you though. Not when this pretty brain is all scrambled from alcohol.

You nod quickly and shuffle on his lap as he grabs your thighs. His bulge is now obvious in his sweats as he guides you perfectly. Both of you are letting out needy and breathy moans. That's it pretty girl...drag that cunt over my cock. So pretty all drunk and needy, he mutters as he watches you desperately grind against him. He smiles when he sees your wetness ruin your panties and quickly ruin his sweats. He grabs your hips and starts to grind up into you. The room is getting hotter with the extra work needed to chase that friction.

dad this is... your words slur as you struggle with your own mind. Why did you always fight dad when he used to do this? It feels so good and your drunk mind is only focusing on that. You asked for this little girl, he moans as he moves you both quickly. I was being good, stepping down, and you come home drunk asking for it. After months of squirming away, he looks at you. All you do is whine, f-feels good... and wrap your arms around his neck. Hiding away as you cum, your panties are soaked, and his sweats are too.