But as she held onto this orgasm, her hand did not stop moving; loud slopping sounds were audible beyond the room as she furiously continued to fuck her pussy with soaking fingers, the feeling of her own lubricants welling up inside her squelching around her fingers as she moaned and panted uncontrollably, crying out for her father with every few thrusts. Sex Was she fantasizing, however, or was she asking him to stop talking to her through the door? Without realizing it, or particularly willing it, she found herself touching it again. She moved her fingers again, sliding through the wet flesh of her lips and forcing the heel of her hand down on her clitoris as she began to rub with more fury. What if her father tried to come for her? “Oh god..” She moaned breathlessly; hearing only the squelching of her cunt and feeling only the burning of an intense orgasm building up like a spark on dry tinder. Without realizing it, or particularly willing it, she found herself touching it again.
