Daddy finally pulled out of me with a slow, wet drag that made both of us hiss. I felt everything spill out of me—his c*m, James’s earlier load, the mess sliding down my thighs onto the couch.
James was right there, eyes locked on it, and without a word he leaned in and licked a long, filthy stripe through the mess, tongue flat and greedy.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, thighs twitching.
Daddy's hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back so I had to look at him.
“You like watching him clean you up?”
“Yes.”
“Tell him.”
I looked down at James, whose mouth was already shiny with both of them.
“Lick it all up, brother. Don’t waste a drop.”
James groaned against me and went harder—sucking, tongue f*****g into me, scooping their c*m out of my p***y like he was starving for it. Francis k
