Chapter 206: Collection

Jane lay on the table with her legs gently spread to the sides.

Her pussy lips parted slowly like flowery petals.

The drool of her love juices slowly trickled down her inner, pink hole that had become visible the moment she her pink, pussy lips parted.

Atop her pussy lips rested the delicate piece of wagyu.

Staring at the erotic display, I was briefly aback.

However I quickly regiained my composure and leaned in closer to her pussy where the wagyyu lat atop.

The warm scent of her pussy filled my nose when I grew extremely close to her parted pussy lips.

Leaning closer, my tongue brushed against her outter pussy lips and slowly, the wagyu coated in her love juices smoothly entered into my mouth and melted.

The mixture of her pussy juice, and that of the wagyu made the taaste of the wagyu extremely unique.

I couldnt help but savor the taste some more before swallowing the piece of meat.

Jane glanced down at me with a bright glow in her eyes.

Her face was flushed with the alcohol, however her eyes were filled with excitement as she glanced down at her dad who was inbetween her legs.

She smiled slowly, seeing me inbetween her legs, when she suddenly felt my tongue gently cleaning off the rest of the wagyu sause that had coated her inner thighs.

My tongue trailed slow cicrcles around my daughter’s pussy lips and herlaps as I licked it clean of her love juices.

Before long, her pussy could be seen glistening with just my saliva.

I slowly removed my head from her pussy and glanced down at the meal surrounding us.

"Shall we continue our lunch?"

"Yes... dad." Jane shyly responded as she gently got off the table and returned to her seat.

She wanted me to continue eating food from her pussy, but since I’d licked her clean, there was no more of her love juices.

She decided she needed to wait for her wetness to increase a little before she continued feeding me using her pussy.

Just the thought of me eating once more from her pussy made jane shivver in excitement.

Her skirt wasn’t fully dressed so the cool chair contrasted sharply against her pussy lips and made her already began to feel moist.

She squirmed slighly in her chair as she tried to eat a little.

But the thought of her dad eating from inbetween her legs kept replaying in her mind.

Before long, she glanced hesitantly at her handsome father and noticed him engrossed in his meal.

She was silent for a few secconds then took the wine beside her and took sipped it for another few seconds before she spoke up.

"Uh, dad?"

"Yes?" I glanced at jane’s flushed, shifting my gaze away from the meal.

Jane couldnt tell what was going through my mind.

She pushed the thought aside and spoke up.

"Would you... would you like to continue eating from your daughter’s pussy?"

Hearing her a slow smile began forming on my face.

It was evident that not only was the alcohol influencing her actions, jane on her own was eager to please me.

I let out a faint breath and shrugged before replying.

"Sure." I replied simply and jane’s tensed shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly.

She slowly stoop and this time she didnt let her skirt linge ron her body for much longer.

After some thought she pulled it down, leaving just the upper part of her body clad.

A few seconds fo silence passed, while jane took off her skirt before she climbed onto the table.

Unlike before where she served me, coating the wagyu in her love juices, this time she left me to serve myself.

"Please use my pussy as you please dad?"

My dauhter’s words seemed to have pushed a forbidden button inside me.

’Use her as I pleased?’ I muttered internally.

Calming myself, I shifted my attention to the dishes scattered around.

Without any further hesitation I picked the cavier and sprinkled a little atop her pussy lips.

I took my time, meticulously placing each piece of cavier around teh exterior of her pussy.

Jane felt the cold wind brushing against her pussy lips as her dad kept placing the cavier atop her pussy, adorning it like a delicate, precious object.

When I was done, I took my time to give the piece of cavier atop her clit a light kiss, before proceeding downwards.

Jane’s pussy lips futtered around the cavier at the sensation of my tongue.

She sucked in a sharp breath and her fingers curled against the linen.

The first pearl of caviar burst between my tongue and her clit.

Salt and sea mixed with the warmer taste of her.

Jane’s hips lifted a fraction off the table before she forced them back down.

I did not rush.

I took the next pearl the same way, pressing it gently against her folds until it broke, then licking the oil it left behind.

Each small pop made her thighs twitch.

The wine had already loosened her.

Now the cold of the caviar and the heat of my mouth were doing the rest.

I worked my way down one side of her pussy and then the other.

The caviar disappeared one piece at a time.

What remained was only her shine and the faint sheen of the oil.

Jane’s breathing had changed.

It came shorter now, catching each time my tongue returned to the same place.

"Dad..." she whispered.

I did not answer with words.

I dragged my tongue through the centre of her, slow enough that she felt every millimetre.

Her inner walls fluttered against nothing.

A fresh line of love juice slipped out and ran toward the tablecloth.

I caught it before it reached the linen.

Jane’s head dropped back against the table.

The chandelier threw broken gold across her throat and the upper half of her dress.

Her hands found my hair and stayed there, not pulling, only holding, as if she needed something solid while the rest of her went soft.

I lifted my mouth just enough to speak against her.

"Still hungry?"

She gave a small, broken laugh that turned into a moan.

Jane lay on the table with her legs gently spread to the sides.

Her pussy lips parted slowly like flowery petals.

The drool of her love juices slowly trickled down her inner, pink hole that had become visible the moment she her pink, pussy lips parted.

Atop her pussy lips rested the delicate piece of wagyu.

Staring at the erotic display, I was briefly aback.

However I quickly regiained my composure and leaned in closer to her pussy where the wagyyu lat atop.

The warm scent of her pussy filled my nose when I grew extremely close to her parted pussy lips.

Leaning closer, my tongue brushed against her outter pussy lips and slowly, the wagyu coated in her love juices smoothly entered into my mouth and melted.

The mixture of her pussy juice, and that of the wagyu made the taaste of the wagyu extremely unique.

I couldnt help but savor the taste some more before swallowing the piece of meat.

Jane glanced down at me with a bright glow in her eyes.

Her face was flushed with the alcohol, however her eyes were filled with excitement as she glanced down at her dad who was inbetween her legs.

She smiled slowly, seeing me inbetween her legs, when she suddenly felt my tongue gently cleaning off the rest of the wagyu sause that had coated her inner thighs.

My tongue trailed slow cicrcles around my daughter’s pussy lips and herlaps as I licked it clean of her love juices.

Before long, her pussy could be seen glistening with just my saliva.

I slowly removed my head from her pussy and glanced down at the meal surrounding us.

"Shall we continue our lunch?"

"Yes... dad." Jane shyly responded as she gently got off the table and returned to her seat.

She wanted me to continue eating food from her pussy, but since I’d licked her clean, there was no more of her love juices.

She decided she needed to wait for her wetness to increase a little before she continued feeding me using her pussy.

Just the thought of me eating once more from her pussy made jane shivver in excitement.

Her skirt wasn’t fully dressed so the cool chair contrasted sharply against her pussy lips and made her already began to feel moist.

She squirmed slighly in her chair as she tried to eat a little.

But the thought of her dad eating from inbetween her legs kept replaying in her mind.

Before long, she glanced hesitantly at her handsome father and noticed him engrossed in his meal.

She was silent for a few secconds then took the wine beside her and took sipped it for another few seconds before she spoke up.

"Uh, dad?"

"Yes?" I glanced at jane’s flushed, shifting my gaze away from the meal.

Jane couldnt tell what was going through my mind.

She pushed the thought aside and spoke up.

"Would you... would you like to continue eating from your daughter’s pussy?"

Hearing her a slow smile began forming on my face.

It was evident that not only was the alcohol influencing her actions, jane on her own was eager to please me.

I let out a faint breath and shrugged before replying.

"Sure." I replied simply and jane’s tensed shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly.

She slowly stoop and this time she didnt let her skirt linge ron her body for much longer.

After some thought she pulled it down, leaving just the upper part of her body clad.

A few seconds fo silence passed, while jane took off her skirt before she climbed onto the table.

Unlike before where she served me, coating the wagyu in her love juices, this time she left me to serve myself.

"Please use my pussy as you please dad?"

My dauhter’s words seemed to have pushed a forbidden button inside me.

’Use her as I pleased?’ I muttered internally.

Calming myself, I shifted my attention to the dishes scattered around.

Without any further hesitation I picked the cavier and sprinkled a little atop her pussy lips.

I took my time, meticulously placing each piece of cavier around teh exterior of her pussy.

Jane felt the cold wind brushing against her pussy lips as her dad kept placing the cavier atop her pussy, adorning it like a delicate, precious object.

When I was done, I took my time to give the piece of cavier atop her clit a light kiss, before proceeding downwards.

Jane’s pussy lips futtered around the cavier at the sensation of my tongue.

She sucked in a sharp breath and her fingers curled against the linen.

The first pearl of caviar burst between my tongue and her clit.

Salt and sea mixed with the warmer taste of her.

Jane’s hips lifted a fraction off the table before she forced them back down.

I did not rush.

I took the next pearl the same way, pressing it gently against her folds until it broke, then licking the oil it left behind.

Each small pop made her thighs twitch.

The wine had already loosened her.

Now the cold of the caviar and the heat of my mouth were doing the rest.

I worked my way down one side of her pussy and then the other.

The caviar disappeared one piece at a time.

What remained was only her shine and the faint sheen of the oil.

Jane’s breathing had changed.

It came shorter now, catching each time my tongue returned to the same place.

"Dad..." she whispered.

I did not answer with words.

I dragged my tongue through the centre of her, slow enough that she felt every millimetre.

Her inner walls fluttered against nothing.

A fresh line of love juice slipped out and ran toward the tablecloth.

I caught it before it reached the linen.

Jane’s head dropped back against the table.

The chandelier threw broken gold across her throat and the upper half of her dress.

Her hands found my hair and stayed there, not pulling, only holding, as if she needed something solid while the rest of her went soft.

I lifted my mouth just enough to speak against her.

"Still hungry?"

She gave a small, broken laugh that turned into a moan.