No doubt he was pleasing himself to; but it wasn’t his groan that pushed Sarah over the edge, it was the talk of his seed.
Sarah came. Hard. She lost control of her legs as they buckled and spasmed under the weight of her powerful orgasm, and her vagina pulsed and contracted around her finger to try and keep the foreign object inside.
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.
When her second orgasm came, she had no choice but to tear her fingers out of her sopping hole and arch her back up as hard as she could.
“Ohhhh… Dadddyyyyyyyyy! Fuuuuuuck meee daddyyyy!” She screamed, as the well of lubricants exploded from her pussy, wetting the bed sheets under her and causing a single, powerful squirt of pussy-juices to fire out across the room.
When it was finally over, she collapsed on her back, breathing heavily and barely able to move. Oh god… What had she just done? But she was too tired to answer her own question… She heard her father move away from the door as she finally fell to sleep.