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Kamilla POV“My dad has been tested for HIV positive,” Katrina announced.“What?” My mind spun and my legs went cold at that point.“Yes,” Mr. Alfred said, his voice steady but laced with regret as he sat across from me in the lit living room. The atmosphere felt thick, suffocating, like the weight of our shared secret was finally crushing us all.“So that meant you have contracted HIV,” Katrina finished, her eyes boring into me with a mix of anger and pity. She crossed her arms, her posture rigid, as if she were holding back a storm.I couldn't breathe. My hands trembled in my lap, memories of that forbidden night flooding back, Mr. Alfred's strong hands gripping my hips, his thick cock thrusting deep into my wet pussy, our bodies slick with sweat as we fucked wildly on his bed. It had been pure ecstasy, raw and unfiltered, but now it twisted into terror. Had that one reckless moment doomed me?“I... I need to get tested,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Tears welled up, blurring t

Kamilla's POV“Daddy!!!” Katrina's scream pierced the air like a siren, her eyes bulging as she caught me mid-ride on her father's thick cock. I was grinding down hard, my pussy clenching around him, chasing that building orgasm when the door flew open.I yanked myself off him in a panic, his dick slipping out with a wet pop, leaving me dripping and exposed. Shock hit me like ice water, five years of friendship with Katrina, all those secrets we shared, gone in a heartbeat. My face burned with embarrassment as I scrambled for something to cover up, but there was nothing close enough.“I… I can explain,” I stammered, my voice barely heard, my heart hammering in my chest.Katrina's face twisted in fury, her hands balling into fists. “Explain? There's nothing to explain, Kamilla! I don't want to hear a word from you. Just get the hell out of this house! Now!”She spun toward her father, Mr. Alfred, who was sitting up on the bed, his cock still semi-hard and slick from me. “And you…I'm so

Kamilla’s POVThe sharp creak of the kitchen door hinges sliced through the heavy air like a knife, pulling me back from the haze of ecstasy that still clung to my skin. My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled with the hem of my skirt, yanking it down over my thighs slick with sweat and the remnants of our forbidden release. Mr. Alfred was quicker, his strong hands already buttoning his shirt, but the room betrayed us, the musky scent of sex hung thick, mingling with the aroma of spilled coffee grounds from the broken cup shattered on the tile floor.“What is going on here?” Katrina’s voice rang through the kitchen, bright and oblivious, as she pushed the door open fully.I swallowed hard, my voice still trembling from the brutal intensity of what we’d just done. His cock had been buried deep inside me only moments ago, stretching my pussy to its limits, pounding relentlessly against my walls until I’d shattered around him. Now, I forced a casual tone. “I came to get a cup of cof

Kamilla's POVThe delicate teacup slipped from my fingers, shattering against the tiled kitchen floor with a sharp crack that echoed through the quiet house. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared at Mr. Alfred standing there, shirtless, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest glistening under the morning light filtering through the window. He wore only a pair of loose shorts that hung low on his hips, revealing the V-shaped trail of dark hair leading downward. Heat flooded my body, not from embarrassment, but from the sudden rush of desire that made my thighs clench involuntarily.I'd come over to Katrina's place for the holidays, crashing in the guest room like old times. Her dad, widowed for two years now, had always been a distant figure, polite, handsome in that rugged, older-guy way, but off-limits. Until this moment, catching him fresh from a shower, his skin still damp, muscles flexing as he reached for a towel on the counter. My gaze dropped lower, to the bulge cock strai