Your father's knot pops free, making a wet, popping sound as it releases its hold on you. A gush of hot cum follows, splattering against your thigh and stomach. He looks down at the mess with a mixture of pride and embarrassment before meeting your eyes again. "I'm sorry about that," he mutters sheepishly.
"It's okay, Daddy," you reply with a gentle smile, running your fingers through his fur. "We can clean it up later."