Demon Father 2 Revenge: Titjob Milking and Heartwarming Sinister Wetting

Story

Natsume is washing towels while Kenichi thrusts up into her from behind. They've come to a seaside spot for the kendo club's summer training camp. As she watches the others run off ahead, she glares with a sullen, stern look, desperately stifling her voice so no one will notice. "Geez, you're sick and yet you keep doing stuff like this... idiot." Kenichi, who took on the role of chaperone, was coming down with a cold, but his bestial lust had nothing to do with that—to quell the throbbing meat rod inflamed with rut for the girls, he assaults them wherever he pleases. "Who are you calling an idiot, talking to your parent like that? Haven't you been disciplined enough?" "Ahh... I-I'm sorry..." Incidentally, this cheeky hakama-clad girl has zero learning ability. Since Kenichi was chaperoning, Akira came along too—everyone except the eldest daughter Haruka—acting as a stand-in manager to look after them. But then... "S-Stop it...! Who are you!?" Akira, busy preparing everyone's meal in the dining hall, has her plump, voluminous breasts grabbed and is suddenly locked in a full nelson. Though she resists desperately, the arms of a man she can't identify fondle her as they please. Even a voice that sounds vaguely familiar can't help her make sense of the situation. Even as she tries to flee, she is held down, and at the sensation of the meat rod being thrust into her, she can only stare into despair. Fuyu was trying to pee in the shadow of some rocks. Crouching down, she tapped away at her phone with one hand—perhaps something for her big sisters. When Fuyu suddenly noticed she was covered in shadow, an exposed meat rod was already towering right before her eyes. "H-huh... what, is this... why..." With no time to think, the meat rod is forced into her mouth, burying itself deep down her throat, and Fuyu—her head grabbed and moved by force—is powerless to do anything. Her body freezing in terror, she has the white fluid poured into her as she's done to, and then she's rolled into a mating-press position, and into her clumsy flesh-pot, already broken in by that cruel incestuous meat rod, an unknown man's meat rod is mercilessly buried. The figure she looks up at from between her legs is blocked by the blazing midsummer sun and hard to see. Crying, Fuyu kept looking up and pleading, but the motion never stopped.