He deflects her from coming all the way up

Tanya is still grinding on his cock. She doesn't seem to care that Maggie is about to walk in on them. "Maggie, wait," he panics. "I-I'm fine. I'm just doing something, um, private. I'm not dressed!"

The footsteps stop. "Oh gross, Dad. TMI. I mean, I knew why you hid in the workshop but I didn't want to KNOW it. I'm going to go vomit and pretend I didn't hear what you said." The second step squeaks as Maggie descends. The bell to the workshop bell dings signaling Maggie has left the building. And just in time, because almost getting caught like he was some teenager and Tanya's repetitive humping of his cock becomes too much. His balls clench as he cocks empties out inside the girl. "Y-you crazy slut," Tom groans, "you didn't care about being caught. You just wanted to milk my cock with your ass."

"Yes," Tanya moans. Inside, she was panicking at the feeling of Tom's hot load inside her ass, but he was also correct. All she wanted was to milk his cock with her ass. She didn't care about getting caught.

His cock pops free from her ass. "Maggie can't know. You know that, right?"

Tanya feels disappointed as she's no longer able to focus on Tom's cock in her ass. "Yes, but can you put it back in?"

Tom laughs. "No, no. Not tonight at least. But, do you want to do this again? In the future."

"Yes," Tanya says looking over her shoulder. Tom, wiping his cock clean with a shirt, moves to the window facing the house.

"Okay, I'll be in contact, but remember: Maggie can not find out." He feels guilty seeing his cum leaking from the girl's ass. He glances out the window again. "You better grab your keys and get home. Fast. I think Maggie's in her room."

Tanya pulls the bikini bottom back into place, stands up, and grabs her keys and the phone underneath. She rushes down the stairs and outside. Tom was staring out the window watching for Maggie, so he didn't see how Tanya exited the workshop. As the bell above the door dings, he watches as Tanya, still in her Rei costume, back of the bikini dark with his jizz, and little rivulets glistening down her thighs, runs down his driveway in bare feet to the street. "What the hell?" He whispers. "That crazy girl forgot to change out of her costume."

All Tanya heard was "grab your keys and get home fast." She probably would have overlooked her phone, too, if it hadn't been under her keys. It wasn't until she was sitting in the car on the cold pool of spooge forming in her bikini bottoms that she realized she'd left her clothes behind. Regardless, she still needed to get home. She couldn't go back now. And she floors it. Tanya, typically a reasonable driver rarely going more than 10 miles above the speed limit, ignores all of the limits on the back roads of her hometown.