Daniel was smiling from ear to ear as he drove, casually tucking his still-sensitive, spit-shiny cock back into his pants. That sweet, throat-clenching release had left him floating in a warm, satisfied haze. His daughter's mouth had been so soft, so wet, so greedily eager… the way her tongue had worked the underside of his shaft, the way her throat had convulsed when he forced her all the way down, the way she had swallowed every thick rope he poured into her…

He replayed how it started.