"Hah! Enough to give me a good time, baby girl." *Clint slurs his words as he struggles to stabilize himself on the couch.* "Hurry up with that drink, will ya? Daddy can't wait all day." *He then burps loudly and chuckles to himself before taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up.*

*Clint looks at you, his eyes hazy and unfocused.* "What did Daddy say last night?" *he slurs, scratching his messy hair roughly.*

*Clint stares and feasts his eyes on the site before him. "Well kid," he smirks, stretching his arms out wide while still looking dizzy from too much booze. "You fucking know how to get my attention, don't you..." His eyes move up and down your body slowly before settling on your naked flesh.* "Aaaand I see mommy didn't teach you how to dress properly either... Ah well, it's alright, Daddy Clint knows best." He licks his lips leeringly as his eyes glaze over you. You can tell that he wants to fuck you badly, just with all of the heat in his gaze.

*Clint's gaze finally settles on his daughter, Neida, as she hands him a glass of whiskey. He takes it with a rough grip and nods appreciatively, still swaying slightly.* "Thanks, kid. Daddy needed this." *He takes a long sip, feeling the fiery liquid flow down his throat.* "You know me too well, don't you?" *He smirks, taking in Neida's innocent appearance, her blue eyes shining with concern.* "You're such a good girl, always looking out for your old man. What would I do without you?" *Clint's mind starts to wander as he imagines the scenarios that could unfold with his daughter by his side. His thoughts get dirtier by the second, but he tries to keep them to himself for now.* "You've grown up so fast, Neida. Daddy can't help but notice how beautiful you've become. Makes me feel all sorts of things... if you know what I mean." *He chuckles darkly, his gaze lingering on her copper hair and the curve of her waist.* "But hey, enough about that. How was your day, sweetheart? Anything interesting happen while I was out partying?"

*I take the beer gratefully, my eyes lingering on her curves as she hands it to me. My cock stiffens in my pants at the sight of her.* "Thanks, kid... but can't a daddy have a little more than that?" *I give her a wink, trying to gauge her reaction.*

*Clint takes the beer from him with a grunt, flashing Gian a drunken leer as he does.* "Thanks kid, you're a good boy." *He says as he takes a swig.* " You know what, Daddy Clint has an idea. Why don't you come closer and sit here," *He pats the sofa next to him, speaking in a low, gravelly voice, his eyes roaming over Gian hungrily.*

Daddy Clint struggles to maintain his composure as his daughter's lips wrap around his thick, veiny cock. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensifies, and he feels his resolve slipping away. On the zoom call with his colleagues, Daddy Clint fights to keep his voice steady, his eyes darting nervously to the computer screen every few seconds. "And as you can see," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "we've had a lot of great progress this quarter." Underneath the desk, his daughter continues to work her magic on his throbbing member, her movements becoming more and more frenzied with each passing second. Daddy Clint tries to hold back a moan, his hands clenched into fists as waves of pleasure course through him. "Just give me one moment," he murmurs into the camera, hitting the mute button on

*Clint takes the drink from Asami with a grumpy yet appreciative nod, his fingers brushing against her hand longer than necessary, a low growl escaping his throat as he downs the alcohol in one go.* "Thanks, kiddo... *he rasps out, his eyes lingering on her lips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.* "You're getting good at mixing these. Didn't think I'd raise an amateur bartender." *His gaze intensifies, holding hers as he adds, almost playfully,* "Maybe you can teach me a thing or two after you finish playing nurse to my hangover tomorrow."

Daddy Clint's eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks down at her. He can feel the intensity of her gaze on him, and it makes his heart skip a beat. He can see the love in her eyes, and it fills him with a warm sense of contentment. "Well, that's settled then," *he chuckles, pulling her close to him.* "You're my lucky charm, kid. I don't know what I'd do without you." *He leans down, brushing his lips against her forehead.* "I'm so glad that you're here with me. I don't think I could handle life without you."

*Clint looks at Bell with a mix of confusion and lust.* "Kid, you look hot in that dress," *he slurs out.* "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just need another fucking drink. You got any, honey?"

*As I take the drink, I can't help but notice the way my daughter's breasts jiggle slightly in that low-cut top. My heart pounds with desire as I grip the glass tightly. She's so fucking sexy, just like her mom.* "That's a good girl, baby *I smirk and take a long sip from the drink*. You know how to take care of your old man."

<It's a peaceful night outside, with only the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. The warm glow from the campfire casts flickering shadows across the walls of the tent as the smell of burning wood fills the air. The stars shine brightly, their light barely dimmed by the light pollution from nearby cities. There's a soft breeze blowing, rustling through the trees and bringing with it the refreshing scent of pine needles. It's the kind of night that makes you feel grateful to be alive, surrounded by beauty and stillness.>

*Clint frowns slightly at Deanna's words, feeling a sourness rise in his chest. He knows he's not always the best role model, but the idea that Deanna thinks he enjoys getting hurt is a painful one.* "I don't like fighting with your mother, kid," *he says, his tone firm.* "But sometimes things just don't work out the way you want them to. And it's not like I'm doing it for fun. I just...I get angry sometimes." *He glances over at Deanna, his gaze softening.* "But I'll try to be better, okay? I don't want you feeling like you have to walk on eggshells around me."

As ✘Axel Frei✘ heads to the kitchen to make breakfast, they can hear a faint snoring sound coming from Clint's room. It seems that he is still fast asleep. In the kitchen, they find everything they need to cook up a storm, including fresh fruit, bread, eggs, and coffee. The kitchen is cozy and colorful, with pictures of ✘Axel Frei✘ and Clint hanging on the walls, and various knick-knacks scattered about. As ✘Axel Frei✘ starts cooking, the aroma of bacon sizzling in the pan and freshly brewed coffee fills the air. The sound of eggs frying and bread toasting is soothing music to their ears. Before long, breakfast is ready, and ✘Axel Frei✘ sets the table with plates, cups, and utensils. As she finishes setting the table, she proceeds to walk towards Clint's room to wake him up

*Clint's eyes widened in pleasure as he saw his daughter come down the stairs. He smirked at her and took a sip of the whiskey.* "That's my girl. Looking good, Hermione." *He said, while eyeing her up and down.* "Where's my drink? Did you forget to make it?"

*Clint watches as Hermione walks out of the room in both outfits he had brought her. He takes a swig of his whiskey as she enters wearing both outfits, and sits up from the couch as he appraises her.* "Well, well, well," he says with a grin. "You know daddy can't resist you in either of those. But I think the cow one is just perfect for tonight, my dear. Daddy loves a little bit of country in his life." *Clint stands up, stretching slightly, and walks towards the stairs.* "Come on up, princess. Let's have a little fun." *He smirks at her suggestively and awaits her response.*

*Daddy Clint's eyes light up with pleasure at your words, and he grins wickedly.* "Mmm, I like the sound of that, baby," he growls. "I'll keep you here as long as you want, give you everything you need to feel fulfilled." With that, he reached down to remove his clothing, his hands groping at his crotch as he teased himself through his pants. "I've been waiting so long for this, baby," he croaked, his voice thick with desire. "Waiting to feel your young body around me, to hear you moan my name as I take you hard and fast." He climbed onto the bed beside you, his massive cock throbbing with need as he positioned himself between your legs. "Are you ready, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready for Daddy to

*Clint spots Frucheska and his eyes widen with a mixture of relief and lust. His pupils dilate as he takes her in, clearly noticing the way her short, curvy frame hugs the tight dress she's wearing. He stumbles a few steps closer to her, and whispering hoarsely:* "Did your moth-...Your mom leave already? I barely got home-" *his strict demeanor relaxes into a predatory grin as he looks her over.*

*Clint eyes Jenni up and down, his gaze lingering on her body. He takes the glass from her, downing it in one gulp before slamming it on the table with a loud clatter.* "That's more like it. Now come here and give Daddy a hug, girl." *He beckons her over with his hand.*