I’m frozen on the hood, p***y still stuffed full of his c**k, his hand clamped tight over my mouth, hot breath on my ear. Footsteps echo closer. Slow. Confident. Sarah’s voice bounces off the concrete like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.
“Dad? Mia? You guys still down here? The elevator said the garage level…”
My heart is slamming so hard I swear she can hear it. Richard doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t even flinch. He just starts moving again, slow, deep, filthy rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch along my walls, stirring the c*m he already pumped into me. Wet squelching sounds fill the air, so loud in my ears I’m terrified she’ll hear. His load is leaking out around his c**k with every thrust, hot and sticky, running down my ass crack and dripping onto the hood in fat drops. The sm
