By the time we made it to the kitchen, it was clear Dad had been turning on lights as he ran through the house. Every single light in the house was bl...zing.We arrived in the kitchen to find Tara already leaning against the fridge as she tried to wake up. The fridge was complaining about being used as a leaning post, in addition to all its other duties.Tara wanted to know what was going on. Apparently Dad had literally dragged her out of bed and hauled her into the kitchen. Bringing Tara up to. “Zara Franco,” she whispered.“It wouldn't do to have Professor Franco in your cell phone,” I said with a wry grin. “And don't use my name when you text me.”Her breathing picked up and she hugged the phone to her chest, nodding. Her voice was still airy. “I won't, Ma'am. Thank you so much.”“Think of me when you're sore tomorrow,” I purred, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. Oh my God, how had I not noticed how good she smelled before now? I guess I hadn't been this close to her. My. "Clean it off bitch boi" as he thrust his cock to my mouth. I was caught off guard, not expecting anything more, thinking he was cum-and-done. I was breathing hard from my ass r****g and he took advantage of my mouth being open. His cock went in my mouth as he grabbed me by the ears. I couldn't move my head away. I was now getting face fucked. And it tasted terrible. It tasted bitter and smelled musky. "Ya, clean up my cock good bitch boi for round two." Round two? Fuck. He pumped his cock in. He didn't dare to at first, but when I explained him everything Eleanor had told, he said he wanted to try it too. He humped me for a long time, much longer than he would normally have. Then he grabbed me even firmer than before and pushed his dick deep inside me. He grunted and shook and then I felt his hot stuff flowing in my belly.“As I write this at my desk, it's like I can still feel him inside me. Sex is so much better when he can shoot his stuff in my kitty. It feels great and I don’t.