Cum hard from the stripper riding (-1 husband point)

Your cock is pulsing from the intensity of the girl's gushes, her orgasms, and your constant need to be satisfied. You try to resist the pleasure because your heart belongs to another. But the stripper's powerful body brings you to a quick end.

"Ah... Fuckkkk..." You grunt as your thick, gooey, hot jizz launches from the tip of your cock. Liya moans loudly, and her whole body shudders. Her head shoots up from the sudden rush that splatters up and into her cervix.

"W-what, no-..." She groans as she feels the hot, sticky liquid slide in. The stripper's mouth parted slightly, and the shocked look in her face slowly faded away as her eyes widened with sudden bliss. You fill her with your seed, giving her a creamy batter deep inside her womb. You stay inside of her. Your balls are feeling lighter as your seed continues to pump out of you.

Her eyes were glazing and rolling, the spasm from her first orgasm turning into a gentle sensation of warmth that flowed from her abdomen to the tips of her toes. Her face was a mixture of passion and what the fuck.

She slowly hopped off of your member. "B-but, y-your c-cum is- " She feels you overflow from her swollen vagina. She's a mess, and you wouldn't even dream of being with Ava, your wife, like this. But she's nothing but a paid whore. You must finish your task of finding out where Elsa is.

You stand up, ignoring the cute stripper, still not believing her slut pussy has been fertilized with a new potential child. You left Liya and no longer cared about the busty young brunette, preparing to tell off your daughter.

You went to the bar, and you were quickly greeted by a guy who brought a house to you. You can tell this man is very drunk as he talks with you.

"John. John Stevenson. What a nice surprise. I'm sorry, but I didn't recognize you in the dark. I never knew you came to places like this." He said. "Wait a minute. Isn't that your daughter? Wow. I don't know what to say, haha. She is a real looker."

You said. "I was hoping to speak to her about this." You look a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, it's a shock, huh. I would love to fuck her and show her how a real man does it. But I'm a happily married man, you know. Just blowing off a little steam, you know. But I can see you're a little pissed off. I would be too if my daughter was a stripper."

You nod. "Yeah. Thanks, Dave. Have a nice evening."

"Yeah. Take care, John." Dave said. "I might give our little Cassidy a little spin." His jest is fucking with your head.

You went over to the door where the strippers walk out. Trying to beat all the perverts and old men that just saw your daughter's pussy.

A burly security guard stood in front of the door. "Whoa, hold up, sir."

"I need to talk to my daughter. Please move." You said.

"Look. I can't let anybody in the dressing room without permission from management."

"My daughter is Elsa. I know this is weird, but I really need to talk with her."

The security guard nods. "okay Elsa. Dad's here." He yelled into the back.

Elsa walks out in the schoolgirl uniform with no underwear. Your eyes are on her beautiful body. "Dad. I'm sorry, but why are you here?"

"Come on, let's talk about this in the car." You said.

Elsa follows you out, and you can tell that she's a little scared. You open the door for her. You hop into the driver's seat. Your heart is racing, and you're very angry.

"Dad. Please don't yell." Elsa said. Your youngest daughter's words calm your mind, but your heart still beats at the same pace. "I know this looks bad. I just wanted a job."

"And why couldn't you tell me?"

"It's not that bad. I can't get a job, and I had to have something, dad." Elsa said. "Working at Taco Bell for 12 dollars an hour isn't cutting it. I get paid real good money here."