I loved the Spa. They were collecting it as it dripped out of him with every thrust of Andre’s cock. I took most of his weight, his face buried into my neck as he gasped for air, running my hands soothingly up and down his back. I smiled to myself, remembering the day Hannah and I received enemas there. “You’ll have to be patient until Friday and see.”
I couldn’t wait. He pumped into me frantically, his hips jolting into mine. Sometime later I opened my eyes, groggy and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “I can’t—” I started to protest. “That’s a good señorita,” she praised. Daddy must have felt it too because he started to growl in the back of his throat and ground body into mine. “When you are ready, your papa will have you opened here,” she said calmly as I moaned uncontrollably. “That’s it,” he hissed, eyes closing as his cock sank balls deep inside of me. My thighs were still strapped open and I could feel my heartbeat in my cunny. “Ahhhh!” I screamed as my pussy squeezed around her, the small ring of my opening clenching tightly around her wrist like a bracelet. “You passed out on me,” she explained, reaching for some paper towels to dry her hands.
