Chapter 153: Slimed

I stayed seated deep inside her and felt the slow, steady leak continue around the base of my cock. Sophie’s asshole twitched every few seconds, weak and oversensitive, each small contraction pushing another warm trickle of seed down her thigh. Her fingers remained pressed against the stretched rim, lightly tracing the mess, and every time her fingertip brushed the edge the sensitivity I had laid over her made her hips rock back in a small, involuntary shift.

"Dad," she said, voice still hoarse and soft against the cushion. "It’s still coming out. I can feel it sliding."

I pulled back slowly until only the head remained inside, watching the way her rim clung and then gaped when the thicker part of me left her. A heavy rush of cum followed, thick and white, spilling from the open hole and running between her cheeks. Sophie made a small, startled sound and clenched on instinct, but the load was already too much. More of it dripped free in long strands that painted her skin and dripped onto the cushion. I pushed back in with one smooth, wet slide, forcing the remaining seed deeper again, and the sound that followed was loud and sticky in the quiet room.

Her walls fluttered hard around me on the way in. She pushed her hips back to meet the thrust even though her arms were shaking from holding herself open. I set a slow, steady rhythm, pulling halfway out each time so the head dragged against the sensitive inner walls, then driving forward until my hips met the soft give of her ass. Every stroke forced a little more of the earlier load to squelch out around my shaft. It ran down her thigh in warm streaks and mixed with the clear slick still leaking from her pussy.

Sophie turned her face to the side so I could see her. Her eyes were half lidded, pink lashes damp, and her lips stayed parted. The proud little smile from earlier had faded into something open and dazed. Each time I bottomed out she made a soft, broken noise into the cushion, and her fingers pressed harder against the place where we were joined, feeling the way her asshole stretched around the thickness of me and the way more seed kept leaking free with every thrust.

"You’re still so tight," I told her, voice low. "Even after taking all of it."

She nodded against the cushion, a small, shaky movement. "It feels full. Every time you move I can feel more of it trying to come out."

I reached under her again and found her clit. It was still swollen and slick. The moment my fingers circled it her asshole clamped down hard around the base of my cock. A thick rope of cum was forced out around the shaft and ran down her ass in a heavy drip. She cried out, short and high, then bit the sound off against her arm. Her hips started to rock in small, desperate circles, chasing the friction of my fingers while I kept the slow, deep thrusts going. The wet sounds filled the room, soft and continuous, each one followed by another warm trickle of seed sliding down her skin.

The sensitivity kept answering every touch. Her thighs trembled. More of the load leaked free with every involuntary clench, painting her in white streaks that dripped onto the cushion beneath her knees. I kept the pressure on her clit light and steady, never speeding up, just letting the sensation build while my cock stayed buried deep enough that she had something solid to squeeze around. Sophie’s breathing turned ragged. Her free hand gripped the edge of the seat hard enough that her knuckles paled.

"Dad, I’m gonna come again," she whispered, the words thin and broken. "I can feel it. It’s too much."

I drove in to the hilt and stayed there, grinding against the soft give of her ass while my fingers kept circling her clit. Her walls fluttered hard around me, milking the length in quick pulses that pushed even more seed out in thin, continuous streams. Her pussy twitched under my hand and a fresh rush of clear slick ran down her thigh, mixing with the thicker white already there. She shook through it with her forehead pressed to the cushion, one hand still spread on her own cheek, the other gripping the seat. The aftershocks kept going. Every time her asshole clenched, another trickle of cum was forced out around my cock and ran down her skin in a slow, warm drip.

When the worst of it eased I stayed inside her and let her breathe. Her body had gone soft again, pliant and open under me. The leak continued, slower now, a steady drip that collected on the cushion and cooled against her thigh. She kept her fingers against the stretched rim, lightly tracing the mess, and every small touch made her walls flutter weakly around the cock still holding her open. I rolled my hips once, a slow grind that pushed the head deeper, and another warm strand of seed slipped free from her asshole and let loose.

Sophie made a small, tired sound that might have been a laugh. Her hips shifted back against me, just enough to feel the thick length still seated inside her, and the movement forced another trickle down her thigh. She did not ask me to pull out. Her fingers pressed a little harder against the place we were joined, like she needed to keep feeling how full her asshole still was and how much of my seed continued to leak around the cock that refused to leave her. The room stayed quiet except for those soft, sticky sounds and the uneven rhythm of her breath, and she stayed exactly like that, ass spread by her own hand, body soft and open, still taking every slow drip and every small grind while the heat of it lingered inside her.