His weight lifted off me with a wet, sucking sound. My cunt tried to close around the emptiness, but the muscles were still too slack from the cradle and his seed, and a thick string of it followed his cock and broke against my inner thigh. I stayed on the padded floor, legs open, while Daddy stood and looked down at me.

The room was dim and warm, smelling of oiled wood and sex. The dildo in the cradle still stood upright, slick and abandoned. I could feel the thick air on my open thighs, the wet folds of my pussy cooling.