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115. Please Fuck me, Daddy
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2026-04-06 13:39:54
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ALL YOURS, DADDY 116. Fucking My Neighbor
RILEYI’ve wanted to fuck my neighbor Damien since the night he fixed my bedroom window last summer and I caught him staring at my legs like he wanted to spread them right there on the ladder.There. I said it. No pretty excuses, no pretending it’s just a harmless crush. I’m nineteen now, and for over a year this man has lived in my head rent-free, turning me into a dripping, aching mess every single time he so much as looks in my direction. He’s thirty-five. Divorced. The quiet, intense architect who lives alone in the sleek modern house next door. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that hint of silver threading through his dark hair at the temples and eyes that see way too much. He’s known me since I was sixteen — back when I was still the shy girl who blushed when he waved at me over the fence. Now I’m the girl who times her backyard “appearances” perfectly so I can watch him work out shirtless in his garage gym, sweat glistening on his chest and abs while I squeeze my thighs together a
ALL YOURS, DADDY 115. Please Fuck me, Daddy
I whimpered, hips rocking back against his hand. Two thick fingers slid through my folds, parting me, then pushed inside — slow, deep, curling immediately against that spot that made my back arch. The stretch burned sweetly. The wet sound of his fingers moving in my pussy filled the quiet room. I moaned softly, face buried in his neck, breathing in his scent.He pumped his fingers slowly at first, savoring every slick slide, every clench of my walls around him. Then faster, deeper, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in firm circles. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, hot and urgent.“Damn it, Ana,” he whispered against my hair, voice strained. "This is so fucking wrong.”The guilt in his voice only made me wetter. I rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure, my breath coming in short gasps.“I know,” I whispered back, tears stinging my eyes even as pleasure built. “But I want it. I’ve wanted it for so long, Daddy.”The word slipped out.He froze for half a second, then groaned
ALL YOURS, DADDY 114. You're Dripping For Me
I couldn’t stay in my room.The house was too quiet, my skin too hot, my mind too loud with everything we weren’t saying. I lay in bed for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way Marcus had looked at me on the couch — the guilt in his eyes, the hunger underneath it, the way his fingers had brushed my thigh like he was fighting not to touch me more. My pussy was still aching, still wet, still clenching around nothing every time I remembered the way he’d said my name.I got up.The hallway was dark. My bare feet made almost no sound on the wooden floor as I walked to his room. The door was slightly ajar, the way it always was when I was little and scared of the dark. I pushed it open without knocking.Marcus was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, chest bare. The lamp on his nightstand was on low, casting warm light across his shoulders and the hard lines of muscle he’d earned from years of manual work around the house. He looked at me, and for
ALL YOURS, DADDY 113. You're So Wet For Me
The next evening the house smelled like garlic bread and red wine. Marcus had cooked again — chicken parmesan, my favorite since I was twelve. We ate at the kitchen table like always, but the air between us felt different tonight. Thicker. Every time our eyes met over the rim of our glasses, something unspoken passed between us. I kept catching him looking at the thin straps of my sundress, at the way the fabric clung to my breasts when I leaned forward. I didn’t adjust it. I wanted him to look.After dinner we moved to the living room with the rest of the wine. We put on one of those old family movies we used to watch when I was little — the one with the talking dog and the road trip. I curled up on the couch beside him, closer than I probably should have. My bare thigh pressed against his jeans. He didn’t move away.Halfway through the movie, the wine had loosened my tongue and my inhibitions. I turned to him, the glow of the TV painting soft shadows across his face.“I’ve never fel
ALL YOURS, DADDY 112. Wanna Fuck My Daddy
ANA;I’ve been touching myself to thoughts of Uncle Marcus for over a year.Not innocent little daydreams. Filthy ones.I imagine him pinning me down on the bed he bought for me when I was twelve, one big hand around my throat while he fucks me so deep I can’t breathe. I picture him whispering “I raised you” right before he spits on my pussy and shoves his cock inside me like I’m his to ruin. I’ve come with three fingers buried deep, biting my pillow so I don’t moan “Daddy” too loud, feeling sick with guilt because he’s the man who held me when my parents died, who taught me how to ride a bike, who made me breakfast every morning for eleven years.He’s thirty-eight. I’m nineteen.He raised me like his own daughter.And I want him to fuck me like I’m not.Tonight
ALL YOURS, DADDY 111. Come On My Cock
I stumbled to the bed and climbed on, heart pounding. He stripped quickly — shirt, jeans, boxers — his cock springing free, thick and hard, the head glistening. He crawled over me, settling between my thighs, and pushed my legs wide.He thrust into me in one deep stroke — no warning, no gentleness. The sudden stretch made me gasp, my back arching off the mattress. He was so deep at this angle, filling me completely. He started fucking me hard — deep, punishing thrusts that made the bed creak softly. Every slam of his hips sent jolts of pleasure through me.His hand came up to wrap around my throat — squeezing just enough to make my vision spot. “Quiet,” he whispered against my ear. “Don’t wake him.”I bit my lip, trying to stay silent, but soft, broken moans still escaped. He fucked me faster, the wet slap of skin on ski
ALL YOURS, DADDY 33. Sex Frat: Fuck Me
"You came," he said, and I heard genuine surprise beneath the approval in his voice."Did you think I wouldn't?""Honestly?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Part of me thought you'd chicken out. That you'd realize how insane this is and bail. Would've respected that, by the way.""I don't chi
Última atualização : 2026-03-22ALL YOURS, DADDY 38. Sex Frat: Pornstar
Brit's POVThe morning after I became a legend, campus felt different. Like the air itself knew what I’d done.I walked to class with Jake’s arm slung low around my waist, his fingers brushing the top of my ass every few steps like he was reminding the world—and me—who I belonged to now. My thigh
Última atualização : 2026-03-23ALL YOURS, DADDY 32. SEX FRAT: 20 Guys A Night??
Brit's POVI'd always been sexually adventurous.Not in a reckless way—I was smart about it, always safe, always in control. But I'd never been one of those girls who pretended sex was something sacred that should only happen in committed relationships with the lights off. I liked sex. Liked the va
Última atualização : 2026-03-22ALL YOURS, DADDY 29. I Want You
*Lily's POV*I've been staring at Cade's text for the past ten minutes, my heart doing complicated things in my chest that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the terrifying realization that this stopped being just physical lessons weeks ago.
Última atualização : 2026-03-21
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