CHAPTER 29
Poppy
He groaned and stroked faster, the head of his c.o.c.k aimed at my chest. Ropes of my stepdaddy's c.u.m landed across my t.i.t.s, sticky and white and I moaned, catching them.
He painted me with his c.u.m, so much thick and hot c.u.m, striping across my t.i.t.s and my stomach, dripping down my sides, and I lay there with my hands pressed flat to the desk, taking every drop.
Marcus pushed his fingers into my mouth, f.u.c.king my mouth with three of them while Daddy painted my t.i.t.s and stomach good with his jizz. I lay boneless on the desk, completely wrecked, chest heaving, the thick ropes of c.u.m sliding warm and slick down my skin. My jaw ached. My throat felt beautifully raw. My p.u.s.sy was still throbbing, still soaking.
"Look at this mess," Daddy said, an
