Sweaty, shaking in reaction, Joe finally said, "That was super, babe. I never came like that before. You're just too much."
She was gasping for breath. Leaning onto his shoulder, she regained a bit of her composure. The sweat was running down her body in rivers. She hadn't realized how much effort she was putting out.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw her father still fucking Cat cross-eyed. Both of them seemed tireless. She wondered if he could screw all night. It would be something to find out. His cock was so cunt filling. It made her feel so – different.
She couldn't describe it. While it wasn't any nine-incher like Joe's, her father's prick was much more educated. It knew all the right things to do, all the right places to touch, every nerve to stimulate to the maximum.
Joe was a stud. But he wasn't anywhere near as good as her father. She found herself wanting Don again – and envying Cat.
"Hey, you still there?" Joe asked, shaking her.
"Yeah, still here. Just resting." She wiggled her hips back and forth and felt the slowly stiffening prick in her cunt again. "Ready one more time?"
"Sure!" he said.
And they started fucking again. But it wasn't her father doing the honors. The entire time she was wrapped around Joe's cock, she was fantasizing it was her father fucking her.
As she came, she vowed it would be her father next time. Joe was good, sure. But he wasn't her father. Not by a long shot.
And she wanted only the best from now on. She'd gotten to be a really greedy bitch. Susan just hoped that Cat would understand – and share.