Daddy Not Dad

As his spurts delivered the last of his semen into me, and the men painting my face stepped back, I collapsed onto him. We looked into each other's eyes, both our faces glistening and dripping with sperm, and kissed deeply, swirling the hot cum cocktail across each other's tongues. Both of us were heaving and panting, gasping into each other's mouths.

After a moment, our lips parted and I slunk my face down into the crook of his neck. His strong arms held me tight, his cock still deep within me.

He moaned, "Oh god, boy... we are gonna have some fun times."

I purred into his neck, "Oh yes, Daddy. Yes we are."

And we did.