Ananya kept her mouth open and soft around her father’s cock.

The thick weight of him rested on her tongue, heavy and warm, while the minutes stretched in the locked quiet of his chambers. She did not suck. She did not move unless he guided her. She simply held him, breathing carefully through her nose, saliva slowly gathering and threatening to spill from the corners of her lips. The large wooden plug remained locked deep in her ass. Every small shift of her knees on the stone floor made it press against sensitive walls still slick with his earlier seed. A thin, continuous trickle of cum escaped around the base and ran down the inside of one thigh, cooling as it went.