Chapter 6

Nina lay trembling on the massage table—her body wrecked, glistening with sweat and slick and love. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, eyes glassy, limbs boneless.

Linda leaned close, stroking the sweat-matted hair from Nina’s forehead, her voice low, coaxing, “Hold your legs up for me, beautiful.”

Nina blinked, dazed, then slowly, obediently, slipped her hands behind her knees—lifting her trembling legs up, spreading herself wide, baring her pussy completely.

Linda stayed close, one hand at the small of her daughter’s back, supporting her, making sure she wouldn’t collapse. “Good girl,” Linda whispered, kissing Nina’s damp temple.

Nina’s pink, soaked cunt twitched in the air—gaping, drooling—beautiful and raw and waiting.

Fab stepped forward first, his thick, veiny black cock slick with precum, still shining with Nina’s juices. Jon moved in behind him—his own cock still very hard, thick and angry—and reached around Fab’s hips, grabbing Fab’s cock in his strong fist. He stroked him—slow—aiming his slick shaft at Nina’s exposed, trembling pussy.

Fab groaned, his abs tightening—and then he came.

Thick, hot ropes of cum sprayed from Fab’s cock—heavy, messy, glorious—splattering across Nina’s soft belly, dripping down her mound, pooling around her soaked clit.

The first spurt hit high, smearing her navel. The next landed lower—thick stripes across her flushed mound. More followed—leaking down, glistening across her swollen, leaking lips.

Nina whimpered, low and exhausted, feeling the heat, feeling herself loved and marked.

Fab staggered back, gasping, his cock still twitching, dripping.

Jon stepped up immediately, stroking himself hard, his breath ragged, eyes locked on his daughter’s exhausted, glistening body.

Linda leaned close to Nina’s ear, her voice a wicked, proud purr. “Take it all, baby. Let your Daddy bless you too.”

Nina sobbed and nodded—trembling, wide open, begging for it.

Jon groaned—and his orgasm tore through him.

Heavy spurts of cum splashed across Nina’s already soaked pussy and belly, painting her clit, her mound, her trembling thighs.

By the time he finished, Nina’s entire lower body gleamed—slick, dripping, shining with all of their love and lust.

The smell of sex filled the air—thick, heavy, sacred.

Linda sat back on her heels, admiring the breathtaking, filthy masterpiece spread out before her. She smiled slowly—teasing, tender—and stroked Nina’s trembling thigh with lazy fingers.

“Ooh, look at this mess, baby,” Linda purred, voice rich with wicked affection. “Such a beautiful mess. I think you need your mother to clean you up.”