She slid to the side, panting.  Her ass gaped where he was inside of her, and she groaned at the sensation of being so very empty, of his cum dripping down her thighs and staining the bed.  She eyed him curiously for a moment.  "Daddy, clean me up."  She wanted to see if he would do it, and how he would do it.  Would he go get a towel, or use his tongue?  Would he do it at all?<br/><br/>Such curiosity in her eyes.