Daddy's croissant
When you're in a hotel in France and your dad's fucking your mouth harder than usual. Then, as he's about to blow his load, he squats over your face, blasts into your belly button while unloading the continental breakfast he ate 3 hours before into your swollen mouth and screams, "Sacré bleu".
At a hostel in Marseille:
Mom: Sweetie what are you having for breakfast?
Me: I might have a bit of daddy's croissant.
Dad: Ok sweetheart *unzips pants*
Mom: Sweetie what are you having for breakfast?
Me: I might have a bit of daddy's croissant.
Dad: Ok sweetheart *unzips pants*