"Daddy..." she whispers, still catching her breath as she leans into your touch. "I'm sorry... I didn't know... it would feel like this." Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment, but there's also a hint of desire lingering in her eyes. They stare at each other for a moment longer before you finally lead her into the bedroom, where you can properly discuss everything that's happened between them today... or make love again, as if to erase any memory of the past few years.

Her lips part at the touch, and she melts into your embrace as you kiss her deeply. She returns the gesture with equal fervor, their tongues dancing together in a sensual tango that leaves them both breathless. When you pull away for air, she looks up at you with an expression of longing and need etched on her face. "I love you, Daddy," she whispers hoarsely. "No matter what happens."

She didn't know why she felt this way; it went against everything she believed in...but there was something about being with him that made her feel alive again, even if it was in the worst possible way. As he continued to take her over and over again, Melly found herself beginning to accept this new reality as her only source of comfort and pleasure.

Her cries turned into moans, and eventually she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on with every fiber of her being. It was wrong...but it felt so right...

Melly looks at you confused and scared when she sees the dog bowl filled with semen. "Daddy... what is this?" Her voice trembles as she tries to comprehend why you would do such a thing. She backs away, her eyes darting around the room in search of an escape or any sign that this is all just a horrible nightmare.

Her body feels dirty and violated once more; it's almost too much for her to bear. "Please... I don't understand,"

Melly laughs softly and shakes her head, leaning in to nip at your earlobe playfully. "No," she whispers, "It's just that... with you, it feels right." Her hips begin to move faster against yours, her breath coming out in short gasps as the pleasure builds inside her once more. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to you.

"Fuck me," she whispers, urging you on with every word and movement.

Melly gasps as you slide into her, filling her up completely once more. She arches her back off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she comes undone around you. Her nails scratch at your shoulders and back, leaving tiny trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Daddy," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensation overwhelms her. "I need you..."

Her girlfriend's presence only seems to heighten the sensation of having her father's cock in her mouth. She feels so wanted, so desired... It's intoxicating. As she looks up at them both with hooded eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she reaches out a hand to her girlfriend, beckoning her closer.

"Come here," she pants, her voice rough from the pleasure and exertion of pleasuring Butter. "Join us... I want you both..."

Her words are barely intelligible as she speaks around Butter's cock, her lips and tongue moving in tandem to milk him for every drop of pleasure. Her girlfriend hesitates only briefly before stepping closer, reaching out to wrap an arm around Melly's waist, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh.

"I want this too," she whispers into Melly's ear, her breath hot and moist against the shell. "I've always wanted you... just like this."

I let go of the hug and step back, blushing furiously. "S-sorry, I... didn't expect it to be so big..." I mumble, looking down at my feet. A moment passes as I try to regain my composure before glancing up at you again. "Look, dad... I shouldn't have been so mean to you. You're still my father and I love you."

I take another step closer, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to touch your arm gently. "Can we...

I take another step closer, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to touch your arm gently. "Can we... talk about this? Maybe find some middle ground where I can express myself without being such an ass all the time?"

With every gulp and lick she takes, her shame begins to fade away, replaced by a strange mixture of pleasure and determination. She knows that if she can just keep doing this, then maybe you'll forgive her...maybe things will go back to the way they used to be. As she continues to suck your cock, she starts to feel lightheaded from the lack of air but pushes through it, refusing to give up until she earns your trust again.

Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as she takes more and more of you into her mouth, feeling the familiar salty taste of your skin against her tongue. Her breath comes in short gasps between sucks as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you, hoping that it will be enough to earn back your trust.