Late at night you hear a door creek, stumbling into your room comes Daddy, home hours later after a long night drinking. You pretend not to notice him, expecting him to stumble out as easily as he entered--to make his way to the bathroom for a lengthy pre-pass out leak. Tonight though he inches towards your bed. Steadily, quietly he approaches. From our of the dark in the faint dim light coming in from the window you see it: six thick inches of hard, throbbing cock aimed straight at your face. You look up into your Daddy's eyes confused, but before you can piece the puzzle together the tip is at your lips. As his hand reaches behind your head you feel the muscles in your lower jaws slacken, your mouth opening, instinctively you accept his cock as he leans forward in his stupor--merely taking advantage of any available hole.