Talk about meeting Dad

Alice was still straddling me, those tiny black shorts damp and clinging to her thick thighs, my cock trapped beneath her and already rock hard again. The smell of sex clung to both of us. Outside, the morning was quiet now — her dad had wandered back toward the main house — but the risk still hung in the air like static.

She looked down at me, and a slow, devilish grin spread across her face.

It wasn’t shy. It wasn’t sweet. It was the grin of someone who knew exactly how fucked up this was and was enjoying every second of it.

“It’s awkward for you, isn’t it?” she said, voice low and teasing. Her hand drifted down and rested flat on her stomach, right over where I’d just pumped another thick load into her. She pressed lightly, like she could feel it inside her. “Sitting here all naked and messy while I was out there talking to him. Knowing I’m still full of you.”

My cock twitched hard against her. She felt it and let out a soft, wicked little laugh.

Alice reached between us and ran a single finger slowly along the underside of my shaft, collecting some of the mess we’d made. She dragged it up and down my length, smearing it, playing with it, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Might be a lot to catch up on when you meet him properly,” she continued, still grinning. “All those little things he doesn’t know. Like how his daughter let a stranger she met on Tinder fuck her raw in the caravan. How she stood outside talking to him with that same stranger’s cum leaking down her thighs. How she asked him not to stop while he was filling her up again.”

She wrapped her fingers loosely around my cock now, stroking me with lazy, deliberate pulls, using our combined mess as lube.

“I told him you were different,” she said, almost conversationally. “That I liked you. He probably thinks I meant in a cute, normal way.” Her grin widened. “He has no idea I’m sitting on your cock right now, still dripping from the last time you came in me.”

I groaned, my hands gripping her thick hips hard enough to leave marks. My brain was spinning. She was crazy. Properly, deliciously crazy. And every filthy word out of her mouth was making me harder. This was exactly the kind of unhinged energy I’d always chased and always regretted… except right now, with her hand on her stomach and my cum still inside her, I didn’t regret a single thing.

She leaned down until her big tits brushed my chest, her lips hovering just above mine.

“This is fun,” she whispered. The words were simple, but the way she said them — bright, excited, completely without shame — hit me harder than anything else. “Sneaking around. Lying to my dad. Letting you breed me with zero protection while he’s right outside. It’s so fucking fun.”

She rocked her hips, grinding her soaked shorts against my cock.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said, eyes sparkling. “I want to keep doing this. I want to see how far we can push it before someone catches on. I want you to keep cumming inside me until it’s all I can feel.”

Her hand on her stomach pressed down again, possessive.

“And when you do meet him…” She gave my cock a slow, firm stroke. “I want you to look him in the eye and know that his daughter is standing there full of your load. That she’s probably still leaking from the last time you fucked her. That she’s already planning the next time.”

Alice bit her lip, that devilish grin never fading.

“So what do you think, Chris?” she asked, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “You still want to keep sticking your dick in crazy?”