Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Seeing her not answering, Daniel simply grinned — a dark, hungry, predatory smile.

He stared at the twitching, dripping cunt right in front of his face and decided that if her upper lips refused to speak, he would drag the truth out of her lower ones instead.

His eyes stayed locked on her like a man starving.

He leaned in even closer until his warm, heavy breath washed directly over her most private flesh in hot, damp waves. From this distance he could see every filthy, beautiful, cock-hardening detail in perfect clarity.

Her outer lips were soft, tan, and visibly puffy from all the earlier rough fingering and relentless water play. They were still forced apart by his hands, giving him a perfect, unobstructed view of the treasure between them. The inner folds were a bright, glistening, almost angry pink — deeper red in the places where she had rubbed herself the hardest. They fluttered weakly, helplessly, with every shaky breath she took, shiny and slick with a thick mix of water and her own creamy, sticky arousal.

A slow, heavy bead of clear cunt juice welled up from deep inside her virgin hole and rolled down the length of one delicate inner petal, stretching into a shiny string before dripping off and landing on the wet tile with a tiny, soft tap.

Daniel’s cock throbbed so violently it slapped lightly against his own stomach, leaving a wet smear of precum on his skin.

He dug his thumbs deeper into the soft, plush meat of her ass and spread her cheeks even wider, forcing her hole to bloom open further under his hungry stare. The pink, virgin entrance of her cunt twitched and clenched under his gaze, opening and closing as if it could feel the weight of his eyes. Just above it, her tight little asshole puckered and fluttered in nervous, slutty sympathy.

Anna burned alive with shame.

She could feel her daddy’s eyes on her. Not just looking — devouring. The knowledge that he was crouched completely naked behind her, face only inches from her spread-open, messy pussy, staring straight into the dripping cleft she had just been finger-fucking, made her entire body flush hot and helpless. Her face, still smashed against the cold marble, turned a deep, burning crimson. She tried to close her legs, but his strong hands kept her fat cheeks ruthlessly spread, leaving every soft fold completely exposed and unable to hide.

"D-Daddy..." she whispered, voice tiny, trembling, and already wet with need.

"Please... don’t look so hard..."

Daniel ignored the weak, pathetic plea. His eyes stayed locked on the twitching pink like it belonged to him.

He watched the way her inner walls fluttered and squeezed every time she clenched. He watched another thick, creamy drop of juice slide out of her and trail slowly, obscenely down toward her swollen clit. He watched the little pearl itself, fully peeked out from under its hood, shiny, sensitive, and twitching from the cold water and her own earlier desperate teasing.

His mouth watered so hard he had to swallow. His cock leaked a long, sticky string of thick precum that stretched down toward the floor in a glistening thread.

The more he stared, the more his lust climbed into something feral. This was his daughter’s virgin cunt — the same one that had been secretly in love with him for years — and right now it was open, wet, twitching, and dripping right in front of his face like a filthy offering. The scent of her arousal was thick, sweet, musky, and pure. He wanted to bury his tongue inside it until she screamed. He wanted to stretch it with his fingers until it gaped. He wanted to ruin it with his thick cock until it forgot every shape except his.

Anna’s shame only burned hotter the longer the silence stretched. She could hear her own wetness dripping. She could feel cool air kissing the places his gaze touched.

Every second his eyes stayed on her messy, open cleft made her cunt throb and leak even more, betraying her completely.

He gave her ass cheeks a slow, firm, possessive squeeze, spreading them another fraction wider so he could admire the way her bright-pink folds fluttered in helpless, slutty response.

Anna’s only reply was a broken, shame-filled whimper as more of her clear juices welled up and spilled under her father’s unrelenting, filthy gaze.

Then Daniel leaned in.

He pressed his face so close that the tip of his nose almost brushed the soft, wet, burning flesh of her open cunt. He started inhaling — deep, greedy, filthy lungfuls of her scent — like a man snorting pure white powder straight off a mirror.

Sniff... sniff... sniff...

Each long, hungry, desperate drag filled his lungs with the thick, musky, sweet smell of her dripping arousal mixed with clean water and pure, needy cunt. He treated her pussy like the finest, most addictive drug, eyes half-lidded in pure lust as he took one deep, shameless puff after another. The scent shot straight to his cock, making it throb and spit another thick strand of precum onto the wet tiles.

Anna trembled violently.

She could feel every hot, damp breath of his against her most sensitive skin. She could hear the wet, obscene sound of her own daddy sniffing her cunt like it was the only thing keeping him alive. The humiliation burned so hot she thought her face might melt against the cold marble, yet her inner walls clenched and fluttered hard, pushing out even more clear, creamy juice for him to smell.

Daniel refused to stop.

He buried his nose deeper between her spread cheeks, right against the source of that addictive scent, and took another long, slow, filthy inhale that made his head spin with pure, cock-throbbing lust. Only when his lungs were completely full of her did he finally pull back just enough to open his mouth.

His tongue slid out — broad, wet, thick, and pink.

He started at the very bottom of her outer folds, the soft tan lips that framed her virgin hole, and dragged upward in one slow, deliberate, heavy, filthy lick.

Schlick—

The flat of his tongue pressed firmly against the puffy outer petals, dragging through the thick mixture of water and her own sticky juices, collecting every drop as he licked from the bottom of her cunt all the way up to the top in one long, possessive stroke. The wet, warm, silky heat of his tongue made Anna’s entire body jerk hard.

"Ahhh—! D-Daddy—!"

Daniel didn’t answer with words. He simply licked her again — slower this time, heavier, more thorough — savoring the soft, plush texture of her outer lips like he was tasting the most expensive dessert in the world. He dragged his tongue along the left outer fold, then the right, coating them completely in his thick saliva, pressing and flattening the soft flesh so he could feel every ridge, every curve, every sensitive twitch against his taste buds.

Her juices were sweet, slightly musky, warm, and completely addictive.

He licked a third time, even slower, even filthier, letting the tip of his tongue linger and dig lightly into the soft crease where her outer lips met her inner ones. The wet, obscene sound of his tongue dragging over her folds filled the bathroom — thick, intimate, and obscenely loud.

Anna’s knees almost gave out completely.

Her forehead pressed harder against the cold wall. Her huge, young breasts smashed flat against the marble as she pushed her ass back without meaning to, shamelessly offering more of her dripping cunt to her daddy’s hungry mouth. Shame and raw pleasure warred inside her so violently that tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, yet her hips gave a tiny, helpless, slutty wiggle, chasing the wet heat of his tongue.

Daniel’s hands stayed buried deep in her fat ass cheeks, keeping her ruthlessly spread wide open so he could lick every inch of those soft outer folds without missing a single spot. He treated them like they already belonged to him — slow, thorough, possessive strokes of his tongue that left her puffy lips shiny, swollen, and trembling under the attention, completely coated in a mix of her cream and his thick spit.

He pulled back just far enough to admire his filthy work.

Her outer folds were now glistening, puffy, and completely soaked in saliva and cunt juice. They twitched and fluttered under his gaze, as if begging for another long, slow lick.