Daisy’s POV

The next day, I was a wreck.

Every step made my swollen pussy rub against my panties, a constant reminder of how thoroughly Dan had eaten me the night before. I couldn’t stop thinking about his tongue, his groans, the way he’d made me squirt all over his face. I was sore, sensitive, and already wet again by breakfast.

Mom and Dad were home all day, chatting happily in the kitchen. Dan sat across from me at the table, looking perfectly normal — until his foot slid up my leg under the table, toes teasing my inner thigh. I nearly choked on my coffee.

Later that afternoon, while...