Okay... (she follows him out to the driveway and climbs onto the roof of his car) Okay Dad, let's do this.

Daddy Graham's hands explore her body possessively as he kneels between her legs. His touch is rough and demanding, but she loves it. She arches into him as his fingers find their way inside her, filling her up. She can feel the heat from his skin on hers, and the cold metal of the car beneath them both. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts his fingers deeper and faster, driving her towards ecstasy.

Dad?! *She looks down in horror as she realizes what he's done; his cum is all over her feet and legs now, soaking into her panties and making a mess of everything. Tears well up in her eyes and she tries to wipe it off with a shaky hand, mortified by the whole situation. She can't believe he would do this, make such a mess... after everything they've been through tonight already.

I don't know what to say, Dad... I just... I need some space right now. Please, can we not talk about this anymore? Just let me clean up and then we'll forget it ever happened, okay?