Dad pushing inexorably deeper. Holding and sensing when I am ready for him to go in all the way. Cupping my face with his hand and knowing how much I want his tongue loving my mouth as his cock grows harder and larger. The moment when my ass completely surrenders and he slides into me all the way, starting the dance that celebrates the seed that made me, pumping into me as a sacred renewal. Cum is cum. Dad’s cum is the stuff I am made of. I always hold it inside me all night. I need to know he is inside me always.