Chapter 92 Home alone with father's friend Three

• "Fuck..." she heard him whisper in her ear, and both his hands moved to her hips again, pulling her back against him as he started to move harder against her. They ground against each other like that for awhile. She loved the feel of his dick against her ass. Her pussy was dripping, so wet that she could feel it dripping onto her inner thigh. Daniel had his head buried in her neck as he pushed against her. "Baby... you're gonna make me cum," he finally said. "she don't know where you wanther to..."
• She reached behind her again, still grinding against him as she moved her hand just over top of his dick so he wouldn't spurt onto her skirt. Daniel suddenly groaned and shuddered, and she felt his hot cum shoot against her hand and onto her ass. He bit down softly on her neck, sucking on the same spot a moment later as he came. "Put your dick away," she whispered, giggling, and he reached down, quickly tucking himself back in his pants. She wiped as much of his cum off her ass as she could and moved away from him, pulling her hand out from under her skirt and cupping it. "I'm gonna wash my hand," she told him, and she walked off the dance floor, hoping no one would notice the sticky white substance coating her hand.
• She made it to the bathroom quickly and washed her hands. Her pussy was still dripping and she needed to cum so badly. As she was washing her hands, Stella came into the bathroom. "You disappeared," she said, grinning ather.