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I didn’t answer her dad.

Neither did she.

Instead Alice reached back, grabbed my hip, and pulled me deeper into her with a slow, deliberate roll of her thick ass. My cock slid through the hot, cum-slick mess inside her until I was buried to the hilt again. She was so wet it was obscene — last night’s load, her fresh orgasm, and new slickness all mixing around me.

“Fuck,” I breathed against the back of her neck. My voice was barely a whisper. “You’re actually insane.”

She turned her head just enough for me to see the wicked little smile on her face. “Told you.”

Outside, maybe twenty metres away, I could hear her dad moving around — the scrape of a chair on the patio, the clink of plates. Close enough that if either of us got loud, he’d hear everything.

I started moving anyway.

Slow, deep strokes. The kind that made her thick thighs tremble and pushed more of my cum out around my cock with every thrust. Alice bit down on her own forearm to stay quiet, but her pussy kept clenching around me like she was trying to milk another load out of me already.

I kept my mouth right by her ear, voice low and rough. “You really want me to fill you up again while your dad’s out there making breakfast?”

She nodded, eyes glassy, and reached down to rub her clit in tight little circles. “Mmhmm. I want it. I want you to cum in me again. I want to feel it leaking out of me while I’m sitting at the table with him.”

The words hit me like a ****. That old, familiar click in my head was back — louder now. She’s crazy. Properly crazy. The kind of crazy that lets a stranger breed her raw on the first night, that gets wetter when her dad is right outside, that smiles like sin while whispering about sitting at breakfast with my cum still inside her.

And I was the guy falling for it. The cliché. The one who sees the red flags and thinks yeah, but the sex is insane and she matches every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted. I wasn’t going to fix her. I didn’t even want to. I just wanted to keep sticking my dick in this particular brand of crazy because it felt too fucking good.

I hooked my arm under her top leg and lifted it, opening her up so I could fuck her deeper, harder, while still trying to stay quiet. The caravan bed creaked softly. Every wet slap of skin was muffled by the fact that we were barely moving — just grinding and rocking, my cock staying buried as deep as possible.

“You’re not on anything,” I whispered, the words tasting filthy and addictive on my tongue. “And I’m still going to cum in you again.”

Alice let out a tiny, broken sound into her arm. “Good. I want it. I want you to keep doing it. Every time you fuck me, I want you to finish inside.”

I was getting close. The risk, the mess, the way she was owning how unhinged this was — it was pushing me right to the edge. My hand found her tit again, squeezing the heavy, soft flesh while I kept rocking into her.

Outside, her dad’s footsteps moved closer. I could hear him humming something under his breath.

Alice turned her head and looked at me with those bright green eyes, voice barely audible. “Don’t pull out. Please. I want to feel you cum in me while he’s right there.”

That was it.

I buried my face in her neck, bit down on the soft skin to stay quiet, and came hard. Thick pulses of cum pumped deep into her already flooded pussy. I kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop as far inside her as I could while she shook and clenched around me, her own orgasm rolling through her in tight, silent waves.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her as the last of my load leaked out around the base. The smell of sex was thick in the small space. Her dad was still out there — close enough that I could hear the scrape of his shoes on the concrete path.

Alice reached back, found my hand, and laced her fingers through mine over her breast. She didn’t say anything. She just held me there, my softening cock still inside her, both of us listening to her dad moving around right outside the thin caravan wall.

Then she whispered, so quietly I almost didn’t catch it:

“…I think he’s coming over.”