Step daughters/Asexual/1st Wednesday/pleased Sandra/Masha Watches Sex/Control/Phone/Panties/Mess
You continue to pull and guide Sandra's hips and keep her servicing your cock with her parted labia as you feel the first pulses of your orgasm settle in, prompting you to let out a groan. "Oh, yes! Sandra!" You say, causing her attention to be drawn to you as the first warm and thick ropes of your adult semen begin to build up in sticky globs of gel on the crotch of her panties. You relax into your seat as you feel the last few tapering spurts paint the space between her pussy and the back of her panties. However, you wind up not being blessed with the time to enjoy the afterglow of this sensation, because a moment later you hear the sound of the front door opening.
You quickly snag the sides of Sandra's pants and slide her off your lap, guided by your subconscious to get her presentable and also free up your dick in a way that's as fast and efficient as you can, and then you quickly stuff your dick back in your pants. Just as you finish snapping your pants back up though, Sandra seems to have discovered what you left in the crotch of her panties.
"There's something wet!" She said, and then she's immediately pulling her pants and underwear straight back down right in front of her mother who had just entered the room. Sticky threads of your cum draw a brief connection between her freshly cum-smeared pussy and her underwear.
"Sandra!" Maria yells at her daughter, seeming to not notice that obscene and incriminating momentary detail. "What the HELL are you doing!?" She demands, stomping across the room as she absolutely menaces her 4-year-old daughter. "Pull your pants up, NOW!"
"But..." Sandra tries to argue with tears in her eyes.
"God damn it!" Maria swears and then roughly grabs the sides of her daughters pants and then pulls them right back up, still not seeming to notice the problem, and then immediately reaches around behind her daughter and creates several very loud smacks on her daughter's ass, raising a heartbreaking sound of miserable crying from the little preschooler. A second later, the woman grabs her daughter very roughly by the arm and drags her through the house and to her room where she promptly tosses her in and slams the door shut. "Now you just STAY in there until I say you can come out!" Maria yells to the still persisting sounds of Sandra's heart-rending wails.
Maria sighs heavily as she stomps back into the room. You are left stunned by that whole event, and you can see across the room that Masha seems to have been similarly shaken by her mother's anger against her sister.
She grabs a chair and sits down heavily next to you and leans her head into her hands, looking a little worse for wear herself. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry that just happened." She quickly told you in a shaky voice. "What... what the hell got into that girl!?" She asked. "I really can't handle that sort of thing! I thought she had gotten past the phase of taking off her clothes in public... are you Ok?" She asked, casting a worried expression in your direction.
Seriously, what just happened!? Ok, well...