"I want you to shut up and then come and touch my private parts!" she said to me.

This is my response to one of the jokes I just told. I was lying on the bed, a little taller than her, with loose underwear covering my still erect penis. We had just gone upstairs to play for a while. The children were watching "Rainbow Rock" on the sofa downstairs, and she had just sucked all my semen out of my mouth.

"Why don't you bring your little cat up here so I can play with it?" I said, putting down my phone.

"Oh, so I have to go up! I just gave you a blowjob. I have to go up so that you can enjoy my little hole."

"Exactly," I said, and then both of us laughed.

"Shut up, touch me!" She walked to the bedside, grabbed my hand, and placed me in her shorts. I placed my hand on her, gently stroking her lips up and down.

"Is this what you want?" I asked her while playing her favorite song.

"Yes," she said softly, while I remained standing outside.

"Very good," I said, then reached over her lips and began to play with her clitoris.

"Huh!" We lay together, and she grabbed my shoulder and said. Her vaginal opening on the north side was still a little dry, so I moved further towards her erogenous zone. I knew she would definitely be wet after ejaculation.

"Oh!" she murmured, then got busy on the bed, but I was still trapped between her legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she lifted the blanket covering her.

"I... gurgh - ha ha! I moved the blanket aside because I didn't want to spray it - ha ha - ah ha!" She said this while continuing to play with her lips. I slid all over her body, making her completely drenched.

"How do you know you can come? I might not even be able to get my fingers in," I was referring to her G-spot. I had to stimulate her quickly until it bulged, and then rub her clitoris before she could have an orgasm.

"I'm so excited!" she said, reaching out her hand towards her shorts. I continued to fondle her until I touched her clitoris. "And I'm about to feel pain!"

I smiled and continued to fondle her clitoris until she finally took off her shorts, but she didn't pull me out from between her legs. She sighed in relief, threw the shorts away, and continued to focus her attention on me.

"Hah! Oh, Dad," she moaned in my ear. I remained silent, just looking at her, and was surprised to find that my two fingers had been pleasing her all along. Her hair became messy and was flung about everywhere. She was twisting her body in pleasure.

I think this is one of the things I enjoy most in our sexual life. Watching her being immersed in me, I don't have to focus on the climax or anything; it's just a few fingers, and the love fluid she's soaked in between my fingers.

"Oh oh, Dad," she moaned even louder. "Well, okay!" she said.

I rotated around her clitoris, increasing the speed. When I began to thrust in and out of her vagina, she started rubbing me with her buttocks, allowing each finger to be immersed in her love. I returned to her clitoris, and she almost screamed.

"Ah! Good!" she said, pressing her hand down, onto mine. She wanted me to exert more force, and I did as she asked. My two fingers began to work overtime, rubbing her clitoris. I pressed down, and the movements became faster and faster.

"Ah! Ha ha! Oh, yes, Dad! Yes!" she said.

I continued walking forward, watching as her legs began to tremble. She half-covered her face with the down pillow. Her golden hair shone brightly even in the dim room light, fluttering on her face and making me hold my breath. The fan behind her whirred, but still couldn't mask her moans.

My wrist began to feel tired, so I forcefully pushed with my arm, increasing the force. She lost control, but I couldn't hold on for long, so I had to slow down and only use my wrist. I continued to slide up and down on her vagina, feeling the moist sensation between her legs. She also calmed down following me. Then I returned to her clitoris, and immediately she forcefully pushed my hand down.

So I thought, well, I've got it. Then I went all out. My fingers, my wrists, my arms - I used every ounce of my strength. But it still wasn't enough.

"Hah!" she shouted loudly. I continued to press her hard, as if playing a game. My life depended on whether I could press the button as quickly as possible.

"Ha ha ha!" Her voice grew louder and louder. At that moment, I also began to chuckle.

"Hah! Ahh! Oh, Dad! Harder! Harder!" she screamed. I completely lost it. While continuing to poke that clitoris with my fingers, I burst out laughing.

"Why? Why are you laughing - mocking me?" she asked, lowering herself a little from her elevated position.

"Because," I said, smiling as I held her clitoris without letting go. "You are very cute." I continued to move my hand, and she burst into loud crying again.

"Oh! Dad!" Yes! "Yes!"

I kept laughing non-stop.

"WHAT!" ？ For - No - Don't laugh at me! Why are you laughing? ？”

"Because you are simply too adorable!"

What does this mean! ？” She said angrily.

"This means you are very cute."

"Wha - t! No!" She closed her legs and said. "What does this mean! ？” She smiled at me and kept giggling non-stop.

"Spread your legs," I said with a smile as we both did so. She placed my hand between her legs.

"No, tell me," she said with a smile as we were fighting.

"Wait until I'm done with you before I tell you what happened?" I said, knowing that this would make her open her legs again. She smiled, spread her legs, and let me ejaculate again. I exerted all my strength, and she bore it completely. This time, it surprised me even more. She actually loved this rough experience so much.

"Hah! Ahh ahh!" She screamed, spraying onto the bed. As my hand continued to move, the sprayed water splashed everywhere on her bed, including on her legs.

"OK," she said, coming down from the hill and lowering her hips, "Now tell me."

"Oh, there's more!" ？ "OK!" I said, and began to move my hand more forcefully and rapidly. She didn't expect this and continued to rub for a few seconds before she sprayed again.

"Baby! Tell me!"

"You are so cute!" I said while doing it in the way she liked - gently kissing her chin. Unconsciously, she started playing with water again on the bed.

I passionately kissed her lips. Every time I pulled back, she would keep asking me what it meant, but I would only kiss her again, telling her to shut up.

What do you mean! ？” Before I could sense her words splashing out of my fingers again, she finally asked quickly.

"Wow, honey," I said.

"I told you I'm very naughty!" She looked at me and continued to move her hands while speaking. "Now tell me what you mean."

"Well," I said before kissing her again, "Just enjoy the pleasure my hands are giving you?"

"No! Actually, I just wanted you to kiss me." She said, grabbing my neck and pulling me down.

While we were kissing, my hands were still working overtime, continuing to passionately make love to her. She loved it so much that I could almost imagine the bed would get soaked. While we were kissing, she sprayed water on my hands again and then pushed me up.

"All right, stop!"

"What? Why?" I smiled at her and then stopped. She was breathing rapidly and I wanted to make sure I wasn't over-stimulating her heart rate.

"Because we need to soak the bed," she said.

"It's not my problem," I said, moving my hand again.

"Oh, well, then don't stop," she said sarcastically.

I just smiled and kept walking forward. "I won't," I said.

"Just as long as you like it, that's fine," she said.

"It was clearly your climax," I said.

Although I kept fondling her clitoris, she still slapped me. We both laughed heartily, then she pulled me down again and kissed me once more. During our passionate moment, I felt her become even more moist. My hands moved so quickly that most of the semen also sprayed onto her legs.

"Well, okay, honey, stop moving," she said, "My chest is starting to hurt now."

"OK," I said.

I slowed down, touched her private area again, and then stopped. She lay next to me, and we just looked at each other and smiled. Although I had to stop because she felt uncomfortable, at the same time, I really enjoyed the feeling of making her heart race. In less than a year, she would have to lie there as usual, enduring me, until she screamed with ecstasy for me.

Oh! What on earth did I mean?

So, don't you want to know?