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 cum, 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...