Making My Step-Daughter Feel Better

Clark Kent lets his sweet little stepdaughter, Jill, fool around with his stiff cock to cheer her up. She starts by wrapping both hands around it and stroking him in slow, curious pulls that make his balls tighten. He chuckles, gives her head a loving pat, says go on, sweetheart, which is all the permission she needs. Jill squeezes a bead of precum from the tip and smears it with her thumb, delighted by how slippery it makes everything feel. He leans back on the couch, jeans around his knees, watching her kneel between his legs like she’s just discovered the best toy under the tree. She leans in, licks the underside from root to crown, then starts to suck the head, cheeks hollowing wetly. A low groan slips from him, the sound more fatherly amusement than lust. Jill takes more of him each time, bobbing until her nose presses the warm skin at the base, throat pulsing in cute spasms. She strokes whatever she can’t fit with both hands, spit gleaming on her knuckles. Every so often he whispers a little joke, This any better, pumpkin? and her muffled giggle vibrates along his shaft. Her tongue swirls around the head whenever she comes up for air, messy strands of drool connecting her lip to his glans, before she dives back down to swallow him again. He rests one hand on her bouncing pigtails, guiding her gently while his other hand cups and fondles her soft cheek. Jill looks up, eyes sparkling with pride when she senses his pulse racing, and she speeds up, eager to coax out the hot reward she knows is coming. Clark clenches his jaw, hips twitching, before finally letting go, his cock pulsing deep in her throat. Jill gulps every thick spurt like she’s tasting heaven itself, a triumphant little smile stretching her lips around him when the last drop is swallowed. She sits back on her heels, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and asks if Daddy feels better too.