Chapter 53

~Kayla~

Monday March 09, 2037

My car makes a concerning clunking noise as I pull into the driveway. I know the damn thing is on its way out, but we just can’t afford a new one right now. My cashier job at the department store barely puts a dent in our bills. Sadly, my trust fund is long gone; buying this house and paying for David’s gambling.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, letting out a breath as I search for the strength to head inside. Admiring my reflection in the visor mirror I realize that I am still beautiful. If anything, I’m more breathtakingly gorgeous at thirty. Despite how attractive I am, I can see the exhaustion in my green eyes. Sad eyes. In my opinion, they leech away all appeal. Shutting off the car, I grab my purse and walk into the house.

The stairs creek as I make my way upstairs to where David is watching television in his recliner. He’s between jobs yet again and spends most of his time in that fucking chair. David is always the first one hit by layoffs; he’s a middle manager, but no one likes him. He just keeps getting bounced from company to company.

At least he can get a decent paying job. Dropping out of college as a freshman to give birth to David junior isn’t doing me any favors. I love my three children with all of my heart, but I regret getting pregnant and married so early in life.

I remember David insisting that we’re wealthy, so we don’t need to stay at the mansion. In reality, Daddy is wealthy. The man David keeps me from. It happened in a thousand small steps, so gradually that I don’t even remember it happening, but somehow I end up with no friends. Just David’s friends and business associates. Everything revolves around what David wants.

Daddy ended up selling the mansion. The business went next, and I have no idea where he even is now. I miss him so much. Especially on days like today, my birthday. I’m thirty and I have no one to celebrate with. The kids won’t make a big deal out of it and David probably doesn’t even remember.

“I’m home,” I announce, walking into the living room.

“Great, grab me a beer from the fridge,” David grunts.

“Okay,” I sigh before bringing him a cold beer from the kitchen. “My car is making that noise again. I really need a new one.”

“We can’t afford it,” he reminds me, accepting the beer. “I’m almost out of unemployment and no one is hiring managers right now.”

“Maybe you should take something else to tide us over?” I suggest for at least the tenth time.

“That wouldn’t look good on my resume,” David argues. “People would think I can’t get a job in my field.”

“You can’t,” I point out.

“Something will turn up soon,” he shrugs. “In the meantime, just pick up a few more hours at the store.”

“Fine, whatever,” I glare at David while he ignores me and drinks his beer. “Where are the kids?”

I’m well aware that David’s job isn’t his only source of income. He still hangs out with that loser, Keith. Keith got out of jail last month, and I’m pretty sure he’s one strike away from a life sentence. David doesn’t get paid much, and anything he does get goes to gambling or drugs. Probably hookers as well.

“Their bedrooms,” David answers, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Thanks,” I mutter, turning to walk down the hall.

“Hey, when’s dinner?” he calls out after me.

Ignoring my idiot husband, I check on each of the kids and let them know I’m home. Our youngest is in the first grade and she’s a sweetheart. She runs up to me and hugs me, wishing me a happy birthday while telling me I’m the best mom in the world. David junior makes a comment about my age and the middle child doesn’t even realize it’s my birthday.

After seeing the kids and reminding them to do their homework, I head into the bathroom for a quick shower. I never bother shaving my pubic mound anymore, it’s not like anyone’s face ends up down there anymore. I do shave my legs and underarms, though. Dressing in lounge pants and a t-shirt, I make my way back to the main living area.

David is still sitting with his feet up, wearing old gray sweatpants and a stained white a-shirt. He’s got earbuds in and is clearly watching something on his phone. I recognize that smirk and the lust-filled gleam in his eyes; he’s watching porn.

I chuckle to myself as I remember everyone finding out about Brittney O’Connor from high school doing porn. Now Brittney, or rather, Cherry Angel is rich. She left X-Star Entertainment to start her own woman-run porn company called The Slut-Sisters. David prefers rougher porn.

Rolling my eyes, I head into the kitchen to make dinner. Sitting at the table, I play on my phone while dinner is cooking. I may not have friends anymore, but I can still see what my old ones are up to via social media. Ashley Bartlett is now Ashley Greene, and it looks like she’s pregnant with their second child.

Her husband is proof enough that she’s doing well financially. Ian, Josh, and Shawn starting their own company right out of college is still a huge topic of discussion in Ashwood. The fact that all three of them are now multi-millionaires also doesn’t hurt. Ian is considered one of California’s most eligible bachelors since Josh and Shawn are both married.

Shawn and Marcia broke up in college, and I don’t remember the name of the actress he’s married to. It looks like Marcia is single right now, she never does take the time to date. Getting a doctorate takes quite a bit of dedication, and her profile says her second book is coming out next year.

Hazel doesn’t have social media anymore. Last I heard, she married some guy from her church that her parents set her up with. I know she has at least four kids, but there might be more now. She’s a stay-at-home mom and I have no clue what her husband does for work.

Closing my social media app, I open up a national news website. I’m greeted by a full-screen advertisement for makeup. The model, Stephanie Bernardi, is another success story from the class of 2025. Fuck, I haven’t spoken to Stephanie since our last season as cheerleaders ended.

Switching to a local news site doesn’t help. Ashwood still has a huge problem with drugs and gang violence. The Crocs is now a national gang that’s responsible for a significant percentage of narcotics smuggled into this country. There’s an entire interview with police chief McLorn about what the county is doing to try and deal with it.

Dinner is ready and I call out to everyone to come eat. The kids quickly make plates before disappearing into their bedrooms. David just whines from the living room about some show he’s watching. I make him a plate before returning to the kitchen to eat alone.

I spend the evening helping the kids with their homework before putting them into bed. David is still in the living room, so I head into our bedroom to relax. I take off my bra and get into bed to watch television. Happy birthday to me.

I miss Daddy. So fucking much. I’m unable to enjoy the HDL rerun since I’m too busy thinking about family game night, eating meals together, actually spending time together. Here I am now, thirty years old and too afraid to even look him up on social media.

I can’t blame Daddy. I remember him trying so hard to stay in touch, to stay a part of my life. David. David is the reason. I didn’t even realize how he was isolating me until it was done. Now I’m completely dependent on him. I have no money or skills, no support system left.

The thought occurs to me that I also have no idea what Stacey is up to these days. Daddy’s old assistant and I were so close once upon a time. I think my baby shower for David junior is my last time seeing Stacey. Just like my father, she’s another person out of my life.

Realistically, I know that my father would still drop everything if he found out I needed him. It’s my fault for not asking for help. All my fault. David was my high school sweetheart, and I have some truly special memories. Memories of actually being happy.

Eventually, David staggers into our bedroom looking for pussy. I don’t react as he pulls the blanket off of me and rolls me onto my stomach. Once David gets me on all fours, he pulls my lounge pants and panties down to my thighs so he can enter me.

The days of David pretending to care about my pleasure are long gone. I just rest my head on my folded arms and let him rut into me until he’s finished. His fingers are digging into my skin and he grunts each time he buries himself inside me. I can feel my breasts swinging in my t-shirt as my husband masturbates with my body.

He pulls out of me after blowing his load and lays down in bed under the blanket. I pull up my bottoms, trapping his sperm inside me. Letting out a breath, I lay back down and try getting comfortable again. David immediately grabs the remote and puts on a sports channel. Then he starts browsing on his phone while ignoring me and the television.

Knowing better than to argue, I take out my own phone so I can play a game. David’s phone keeps buzzing, so I know that he’s texting. Is he talking to another woman? Maybe. I know he cheats on me. I also know that I don’t love him anymore. He can have his girlfriends, his whores, his sex parties thrown by that piece of shit drug dealer.

I can’t muster up the energy to care.

“Hey, remember that dead whore they found at the Noble Star Motel last week?” David asks out of nowhere. “The one that overdosed.”

“Yeah, it was on the news,” I reply, wondering where this is going.

“I just found out it was that dumb slut, Lexi,” he snorts out a laugh. “Remember her? From high school? The redhead?”

“I remember her,” I mumble, wincing slightly.

“I think every guy in our class fucked her,” David laughs. “Damn, she could suck dick. I guess she never got out of the business.”

The knowledge of David cheating on me even in high school is not the slightest surprise. All that’s different now is that he doesn’t need to pretend to care about me any longer. Drugs, gambling, gang affiliations, and extramarital affairs. It’s all old news to me.

The news article is what has my attention now. Finding a naked woman dead in that motel room of an overdose, no records of who is renting the room. The usual shit. News like this is fairly common in an area with a drug problem, so I didn’t pay much attention at the time.

“It’s sad,” I comment, my heart racing.

“Eh,” David shrugs. “Lexi was always gonna have a bad end. I guess she was a regular there. A whore was all she could ever be.”

Guilt flows through me as I remember my last time speaking with Lexi. It was right after I put out my open invitation to the senior class. I wanted everyone to come to my birthday pool party for my eighteenth birthday. If I recall correctly, it was Hazel that told me of Lexi’s plans to attend. I have to hold back tears as I remember confronting the redhead, telling her not to come.

So much for me being the friendly one. I’m a fucking bitch! Telling Lexi I don’t want her there because I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of Daddy by some girl who needs to fuck everyone. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Maybe some kindness back then would have meant her being alive now.

“I could have been nicer to her in high school,” I sigh.

“You didn’t bully her,” David looks at me in confusion.

“No, but I didn’t acknowledge her either,” I respond.

“You were a popular cheerleader,” he reminds me, sitting up. “Lexi had no friends. Talking to her was beneath you.”

“That’s a harsh way to put it,” I mumble sadly as I sit up beside him.

“It’s the truth,” David laughs. “She was a slut in high school and a whore as an adult. My buddy Keith knows a few dirty cops, so he got some details.”

“Details?” I frown, not knowing what he means.

“The cops who investigated the death found out she worked out of that motel,” he answers. “No one was in the room when she was found, but the, ah, evidence on and in her body made it clear she had entertained quite a few guests. Probably got high to get through it and overdid it.”

“Oh,” I grimace, trying not to think about it. “I’m sorry I asked.”

“They did an autopsy, too,” David continues, seeming to be enjoying the horror on my face. “Years of drug and alcohol abuse, tons of healed breaks, damage to her cervix. She was ridden hard. Let’s face it, she’s better off now.”

Better off dead. I can’t imagine being so low that I’m better off not even being alive anymore. Sure, I’m in a loveless marriage, but I do love my children. I spend several minutes deep in thought, contemplating my life and the choices leading me here.

I can’t figure out where things went so wrong. For me, for Daddy, for Lexi. I don’t even know her, I never did, and I find myself mourning her death. David may not care, but I do. Fuck, how did I end up with such an asshole for a husband?

I’m distracted from my thoughts by David grabbing a handful of my raven hair. Glancing over, I see that he’s sitting up now and his half-hard dick is free from his sweatpants. There’s no point in arguing; David always gets what he wants. I open my mouth as he directs my head into his lap.

Present Day – Thursday June 26, 2025

“AAAHHH!” I scream, shooting up in my bed.

My heart is hammering in my chest, my body is dotted in sweat, and I can feel my hair clinging to my face. I instinctively reach up to my face, making sure there’s no David-dick anywhere near my mouth. It takes a few seconds for me to process the difference between my nightmare and reality.

Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Me being married to David? Me having no friends? Me not having Daddy in my life? Fuck, death does sound better than that future. Ignoring my adorable dream-daughter, one of the worst dreams of my life. Up there with losing Daddy and the ones about Mommy.

The room is pitch black, so I reach for my phone on the bedside table. It’s 2:37AM. I know everyone is probably asleep, but I’m still surprised my scream isn’t causing anyone to come running. Maybe my own terror is making me overestimate its volume.

Using my phone as a flashlight, I stagger into my bathroom. My thoughts are a mess and I’m suddenly thinking about how I still need to offer to switch rooms with Hazel. She deserves her own private bathroom with the baby coming. I can’t think straight, thinking about my nightmare, Hazel, being tired, and just wanting to scream again.

It takes my eyes several seconds to adjust to the bathroom light and I let out a large yawn before approaching the mirror. My only clothing is a pair of panties, allowing my boobs to be front and center as I admire myself. Nope, not thirty. Definitely still a teenager.

I’m all sweaty and I feel gross. Part of me really wants a shower, but it just seems like way too much effort right now. Instead, I take a few minutes to wash my face and chest before using some moisturizer. My nightmare might still be haunting me, but a girl can’t neglect her skincare.

The lighting in my bathroom is excellent. Unfortunately, it means my eyes aren’t adjusted when I shut off the light and return to my dark bedroom. As a very predictable result, I stub my toe on the edge of my bed frame and fall forward. Rather than land on my comfortable bed, I hit the edge and fall off, causing me to face plant on the floor while cursing loudly.

“FUCK!” I hiss loudly as I struggle to my hands and knees. “Fuck, fuck, shit, ass!”

It’s too much. It’s all too much. My rapist ex-boyfriend, the trial for him and his dickless dealer, being dumped by the nice guy who doesn’t want me to use him anymore. I can’t lose Daddy. I can’t. Never, never, never. I’ll die. Fuck, on top of everything else, my toe hurts and my tits hurt.

I start sobbing. Full-on ugly crying as I curl up into a little ball on my bedroom floor. I cry for my own trauma, my own rape. I cry for Lexi, for Stephanie. I cry for the breakups and the pain. I cry my broken heart out until I’m not even sure why I’m crying.

The realization that I can’t be alone right now finally dawns on me. I wipe away my tears and blow my nose before walking out into the hall. Learning my lesson, I am now using my phone as a flashlight. Hazel’s door is tightly closed, and I don’t want to wake her anyway. Also, while she’s my oldest friend and Slut-sister, I need Daddy.

Doing my best to be quiet and not wake anyone, I carefully turn the knob and gently push the door open. The light from my phone shines in the dark room and I direct the beam along the floor until it reaches the four-poster bed. Daddy winces when the light shines in his eyes.

“Kayla?” he questions in a carrying whisper, squinting as he lifts his head off the pillow. “What are you doing up? Is something wrong?”

“I had a bad dream,” I reply in a small voice. “Why are you awake?”

“Nightmares seem to be going around tonight,” Daddy sighs, gesturing toward the young woman in his arms.

Lexi is nestled beneath Daddy’s right arm and he’s holding her tight against him. Despite clearly being asleep, Lexi is twitching slightly. I’m momentarily transfixed by the pattern of freckles on Lexi’s right shoulder before my eyes are drawn to her face.

A lock of auburn hair is over her face, but it fails to hide the grimace. Lexi looks scared, sad. She seems so small, so vulnerable. I keep thinking of all the stories about her past, all the pain and abuse. The redhead hides it so well, but I can tell she’s reliving it right now.

Seeing her this way makes me think of my dream, and affection for the sassy girl wells up inside me. I have no way of knowing what my life would actually be like without Lexi, but I do think my dream reminds me of how special she is to me, to us. Deep in my heart I believe it’s true; most of us will end up worse off if we don’t have our favorite brat.

David ending up my husband, Daddy being alone. I like to think I’d figure out he’s a piece of shit in time, but Lexi definitely saved my sorry ass there. She is the reason for so much of Daddy’s happiness, she’s the one responsible for the Slut-sisters. And yeah, I do think she brings out the lioness in all of us. As a result, we Slut-sisters make sweet love, creating bonds that will last a lifetime.

“Does this happen a lot?” I wonder while quietly approaching the bed.

“Yeah, I wake up to her tossing and turning, or even crying in her sleep,” he answers sadly.

Standing right next to the bed, I watch as Daddy brushes Lexi’s hair out of her face. His thumb lightly caresses her cheek as he tells her that he loves her and is here for her. Lexi’s expression softens for a moment before she shudders slightly in his arms.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Lexi whines in her sleep, pure terror marring her features.

“Uh, maybe you should wake her up?” I suggest with a wince.

“I’ve tried that,” Daddy replies. “It freaks her out, so she asked me to just let her sleep. Sometimes she does wake up on her own.”

“She’s so much more fragile than she lets on,” I whisper, my hands resting on the comforter.

“She is,” he agrees, leaning down to kiss the top of Lexi’s head before talking to her. “You’re okay, you’re safe.”

“Neither of you is as quiet as you think,” Lexi mumbles, her green eyes slowly opening. She looks up at Daddy before frowning and glancing over at me. “And I’m not fragile.”

“Lexi...” I trail off weakly.

“Well, maybe a little fragile,” she admits while wiping the wetness from her eyes.

“Sorry for waking you,” Daddy says quietly.

“It’s fine,” Lexi shrugs, looking over at me. “Shine that light someplace else, would you?”

“Shit, sorry,” I quickly reply while getting my phone light out of her face.

With a tired groan, Lexi sits up and raises her arms above her head to stretch. The blanket falls to her waist, giving me a nice view of her small boobs wobbling slightly. The light is also bright enough to reflect off her silver necklace. I smile at the stylized ‘A’ charm hanging around her neck, a thoughtful gift from Daddy.

“What are you doing in here?” Lexi finally asks, brushing her hair back behind her ears. “Couldn’t go one night without getting some cock in you?”

“I had a bad dream,” I answer with an eye roll.

“Oh? What about?” the redhead inquires.

“Are we just gonna ignore the nightmare you were clearly having?” I counter with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” Lexi states firmly. “Now, are you gonna stand there all night with your tits out or are you going to join us?”

“Is it okay for me to stay with you two tonight?” I ask carefully.

“Of course it is!” Daddy speaks up.

“Just get in here, you slut,” Lexi giggles.

I shut off the phone light and place my phone on the bedside table before climbing into bed with Lexi and Daddy. Sighing happily, I lay under the covers on Daddy’s left side. His bed is so comfortable, and just being in bed with these two is doing wonders to erase my stress.

“Are you both naked?” I inquire with a smirk.

“Yes,” Daddy responds.

“We fucked before falling asleep,” Lexi elaborates.

“I guess I won’t be needing these,” I say as I lift my butt and slide my underwear down my legs.

“I support this,” the redhead declares.

“We’re getting off topic,” Daddy interjects. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

“I’m okay,” I sigh, tossing my panties onto the floor before snuggling up to my father. “Better now.”

“Another gangbang dream?” Lexi asks nonchalantly, and I feel Daddy tense.

“No,” I shake my head. “I had a dream I was thirty.

“Being an old fart, that is a nightmare,” the redhead replies.

“Thirty is ten years younger than me,” Daddy points out.

“I know,” Lexi chirps.

“It was a dream about what I thought my life would be like if you never came to my birthday pool party, Lexi,” I say quickly to keep us on topic. “You were dead, Daddy was out of my life, I had no friends, and I was married to David.”

“You will always have friends, Kayla,” Daddy tells me, kissing the top of my head. “And you’ll always have me.”

“Can we talk about me being dead?” Lexi requests. “Why was I dead? Did Steven kill me?”

“No, you never met, remember? No birthday party,” I tell my Slut-sister. “You and I didn’t even know each other. I saw on the news that you died.”

“Why was I on the news?” she follows up with. “Did I turn into one of those crazy people? Were there interviews from friends saying I seemed normal and they were as surprised as everyone else? Oh! Did I go out in a blaze of glory as some sort of badass CIA agent? Maybe I took out dozens of terrorists before they finally brought me down.”

“You overdosed, moron,” I state plainly.

“Oh,” Lexi responds. “Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. But why was it in the news?”

“You were found naked in a motel room,” I shrug.

“Oh,” Lexi repeats. “Yeah, that totally makes sense.”

The three of us fall silent, lost in our own thoughts. My dream keeps playing over and over in my head, and I press my body against Daddy for comfort. I know Lexi is thinking about her own past, where the events lead; or at least, where they would have led if things continued. I can tell Daddy wants to comfort us, an arm around each of us as he holds his girls close.

“The CIA does most of their work overseas,” Daddy eventually says. “I don’t think Lexi would be getting in some massive shootout for them in California.”

“Really? You’ve been trying to think of something to say for ten minutes and that’s what you come up with? Pathetic.” Lexi accuses.

“Maybe she was overseas when she got gunned down,” I reason. “In some other country with one of those war news crews nearby.”

“Oh, maybe,” he agrees.

“Yeah, and I’m the one who can’t take anything seriously,” Lexi deadpans.

“You’re the one who brought up the CIA in the first place!” I exclaim.

“All you said was you dreamed I was dead,” she argues. “With no other information to go on, I had to guess how I died. It was a dream, those get crazy, I could have been a CIA agent.”

“Not even in a dream does that make sense,” Daddy snorts.

“Hey!” Lexi gasps. “You don’t believe I’d make a good spy?”

“The only way that could happen would be if you were one of those honey traps,” I tell her. “You could whore your way to good intelligence, but that’s about it.”

“Yeah, well,” Lexi stammers, searching for a way to insult me, “you’re just a whore.”

“That the best you can come up with?” I laugh. “I guess you can’t even be bratty anymore. All that mouth is good for now is swallowing cum.”

“At least my dick-sucking would get the US valuable intelligence,” the redhead giggles. “You’ll be reduced to back alley blowjobs for two dollars.”

“Ladies, ladies,” Daddy says, squeezing our shoulders. “No need to argue, you’d both make great whores.”

“Daddy!” I exclaim as Lexi gasps.

We girls both start playfully punching him as he tries to fend us off, laughing. “Spies, you’d make great spies! Stop the torture!”

We once again fall silent, no one making a sound for about fifteen seconds. Then I can’t hold it in and snort. Lexi giggles. We all start laughing. Daddy hugs us both and we affectionately kiss his chest. I can feel my large breasts pressing against his body and I happily run my foot along his calf. His leg hairs are tickling my toes, making me smile.

“I don’t know what your life will be like when you’re thirty, Kayla,” Daddy tells me when the laughter dies down. “I do know you won’t be married to David, you will have friends, and I will be in your life.”

“Steven’s right,” Lexi agrees. “David will be in jail trying not to drop the soap, the Slut-sisters are forever, and you two will never be able to get away from each other.”

“Thank you,” I say softly.

“Kayla will be able to move out and live her own life, though,” Daddy adds awkwardly.

“Not this again,” I grumble, rolling my eyes.

“What?” Lexi wonders, sounding confused.

“He thinks our sexual relationship is holding me back, remember?” I reply.

“Isn’t it?” Daddy asks.

“No,” I snap. “Ian getting accepted to MIT had nothing to do with you. I’ll be able to get a boyfriend and still take Daddy-dick.”

“Kayla...” he trails off.

“We’re not talking about this,” I declare. “It’s late, Aunt Andrea will be here soon, and Lexi and I both had nightmares.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Daddy sighs, backing off. “I love you both, and I just want what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me is to fall asleep knowing my Daddy is here with me,” I insist.

“I’m always here,” he promises, his fingers affectionately caressing my cheek.

“Speaking of Steven-dick,” Lexi begins mischievously, “I’ll be right back.”

The bed shifts as Lexi ducks under the blanket. I can see movement in the darkness, a large lump beneath the covers as the redhead gets into position. Daddy doesn’t speak as he lays back, a small smile on his face as he prepares himself to enjoy every guy’s favorite thing; a blowjob.

“Mm,” he sighs happily, letting out a breath.

A section of the blanket starts moving up and down, and I have no doubt that Lexi is bobbing her head. Daddy reaches one hand beneath the covers, likely to hold the top of Lexi’s head. The covers are up to the middle of his stomach; I can see his muscular chest rise and fall slightly as he breaths.

“Glug! Glug! Glug!” Lexi gurgles as she continues sucking.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans.

“You like that, hm?” I ask with a sexy purr, reaching out to lightly caress his chest. “Lexi’s mouth feel nice on that big dick? Is she a good, little cocksucker?”

“She’s amazing,” Daddy gasps.

“Gak! Mm, thanks! Hurk!” Lexi mumbles around the thick shaft in her mouth.

Several minutes pass as Lexi continues sucking dick beneath the blanket. The only sounds I can hear are Lexi’s slurping and gagging noises, with the occasional soft moan from Daddy. I tease him by pressing my naked body against him, rubbing my boobs against his chest, and lightly scratching his skin with my fingernails.

Craning my neck, I let my hot breath caress his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. Adjusting myself slightly, I start kissing along his neck as I grab his left hand. Guiding his hand to my chest, I press it against my breast while lightly sucking on his neck.

“Mm, do you like my titty?” I husk against his skin.

“Yes,” he moans while palming the large orb. “Perfect. Just perfect.”

Lexi continues giving Daddy head while he plays with my breast as I kiss his neck. His hand is so strong, yet gentle. I love the way he’s massaging my tit, his fingers clenching at the firm mound. I moan softly when he pinches my nipple, my hand instinctively reaching between my legs to rub my clit.

I only need a couple minutes to make myself cum. Daddy tugs on my nipple just the way I like it, heightening my pleasure as I squeak against his neck. Just as I start to come down from the orgasmic high, Daddy grunts and bucks his hips. From the way he’s moaning and Lexi’s gurgling, he’s cumming hard in her little mouth.

I rapidly rub my clit for a few more seconds before pushing my longest two fingers up my twat. My vaginal muscles clamp down as I have another tiny orgasm. Daddy is breathing heavily, enjoying the euphoria that comes just after a climax. Moments later, I’m right there with him.