The second sprayed across my lips, across my tongue, down my chin, and I didn’t wipe it. I let it run. I let it coat me.
The third hit me in the center of my chest, splashing between my t**s and mixing with the milk still leaking from my swollen n*****s.
I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat, by the weight of it, by how much there was.
And he didn’t stop. Another rope hit my left breast, soaking the top of it, streaking across my skin in a long, sticky line. The next hit both n*****s at once.
The sight of it, white c*m dripping from the tips of my leaking t**s made my p***y pulse again so hard I almost collapsed.
“More,” I whispered, licking around my mouth, tasting every drop I could reach. “Please daddy keep going”
“f**k, kitten,” he groaned, voice raw and wrecked. “You’re gonna be
