Daddy's Roadtrip #4
Getting Messy
When my father whipped my moist panties over my ankles, up my thighs to cup a swollen cum dripping pussy, I felt the instant warmth of a creamy layered gusset as it filled.
He handed me my jeans to pull on while the guys who had fucked me zipped up, saluted smartly, and strode off, favorably comparing notes about me. Dad glanced around the place, then smiled at me unhurried, helping me down off the bike, wiping a scant white blobby cum puddle I’d oozed onto the leather.
“Let’s get out of here, Hannah.”
“Yes, please, but what about my messy pussy and the soaking wet panties I’m wearing? Dad…I’m afraid cum will soak through my jeans. I took three loads… fuck! I can’t believe I just said that.”