Chelsea.
Even till the next day, I was still so f*****g slick.
Gushing.
Leaking.
My p***y refused to calm down.
I woke up with my sheets soaked underneath me, my panties clinging wetly to my swollen folds like a second skin.
The moment I slid my hand between my thighs, my fingers came away dripping with a messy mix of my juices and the remnants of Daddy’s c*m that somehow still hadn’t fully left me.
I couldn’t stop.
I lay on my back, legs spread wide, and pushed three fingers deep inside my aching cunt.
I curled them hard, stroking that sensitive spot over and over while my thumb rubbed frantic circles on my swollen c**t.
“f**k… Daddy…” I whimpered into my pillow, hips rolling shamelessly against my hand.
Every thrust of my fingers made wet, filthy squelching sounds that
