The three of us froze — my hands still wrapped around both their c***s, my dress pulled down, breasts out, p***y dripping onto Ethan’s lap.
Ethan leaned in and whispered hotly in my ear while the phone kept ringing.
“Answer it, princess. And keep stroking.”
The phone kept ringing.
-------
Dad’s name flashed on the screen like a warning light. I was sitting between two hard c***s — one massive and thick in my right hand (Ethan’s), and one smaller but rock-hard in my left (Jake’s). My dress was bunched around my waist, t**s out, p***y dripping onto Ethan’s thigh.
Ethan smirked like the devil himself.
“Answer it, princess. And don’t you dare stop stroking.”
I swallowed hard and picked up the call, putting it on speaker.
“Hey, Daddy,” I said, trying to sound normal while slowly pumpin
