Ananya’s legs almost gave out when she stood.

Every step toward the small attached bathing room sent fresh trickles of her father’s cum sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her ass felt open and sore, still stretched from the thick cock that had claimed it twice in the night and once again at dawn. Her cunt throbbed with a deep, bruised ache. When she wiped between her legs with a damp cloth the fabric came away streaked with white and faint pink. She cleaned only what was necessary — enough so that it would not soak visibly through her clothes — and left the rest of his seed inside her exactly as he had ordered.