ログイン2His middle finger pressed against my tight entrance and pushed inside — just the tip at first, testing how tight I was. My virgin walls clenched hard around the intrusion, hot and silky.“So fucking tight,” he groaned softly. “This little cunt has never had anything inside it, has it? Never been stretched. Never been fucked.”I shook my head, breathing ragged. “N-no… never…”He sank the finger deeper, curling it gently while his thumb found my clit and rubbed slow, perfect circles. The dual sensation made my toes curl inside my white heels.A second thick finger joined the first, stretching my virgin hole open. The burn was slight but delicious. I could feel every ridge of his knuckles as he pumped them slowly in and out, coating them in my creamy arousal.“Listen to that,” he murmured, the wet squelching sounds filling the limo. “Your pussy is so wet it’s making filthy noises for me. Does it feel good, little wife? Having your Don’s fingers inside your untouched cunt on our wedding
SOFIA’S POVThe cathedral smelled of incense, old stone, and my own fear.I stood at the altar in a heavy white wedding gown that cost more than most people’s houses, the long veil covering my face like a shroud. My wrists were already bound to Matteo Rossi’s with a thick black silk ribbon, our fresh cuts pressed together so our blood could mingle — the sacred Blood Vow of the Rossi family. One drop of my blood mixed with his, and I belonged to him forever.I was twenty. A virgin. Handed over like a piece of meat to settle my father’s gambling debt.And the man who now owned me was terrifyingly beautiful.Matteo Rossi — Don of the Rossi empire — towered over me at thirty-four. Broad shoulders straining his black tailored suit, sharp jaw, dark eyes that looked like they had already seen every sin I would ever commit. His presence sucked all the air out of the grand cathedral.As the old priest recited the ancient words, Matteo leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear through the
Damon moved behind me.He dropped to his knees on the step below, spread my ass cheeks wide, and dragged his tongue straight across my still-sensitive, cum-leaking asshole.I cried out, back arching as his hot tongue circled my tight ring, licking up the remnants of last night’s load before pushing inside.While I rode Lucian’s thick cock, Damon ate my ass like a starving man — tongue fucking deep, groaning against my skin, his hands spreading me obscenely wide.The dual sensation was overwhelming.Lucian thrust up into my pussy in time with my movements, while Damon’s tongue worked my ass open again.Then Damon stood.He slicked his long, curved cock with spit and the leaking cum from my pussy, pressed the fat head against my asshole, and pushed in.The burn was intense and delicious.Inch by thick inch he sank into my ass, stretching the tight ring around his girth until he was buried balls-deep. I was completely full again — Lucian’s thick cock stuffing my pussy, Damon’s long curve
SIENNA’S POVI could barely walk when I left the rectory that night.Both my holes were still throbbing, leaking thick rivers of their cum down my thighs under the thin sundress. Every step made me feel them — the stretch, the fullness, the way they had completely ruined me.But I couldn’t stay away.The next night, just after 3 a.m., I found myself sneaking back to the church steps under a full moon. The entire town was asleep. The only light came from the moon and a single flickering candle someone had left burning near the entrance.I knew it was reckless. Dangerous. Someone could see us. Someone could walk by.That only made my pussy wetter.Father Lucian was already waiting on the wide stone steps, still in his black clerical shirt and pants, the white collar glowing in the moonlight like a taunt. Father Damon stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes dark with the same insatiable hunger.They didn’t speak at first.Lucian simply pulled me into his arms and kissed me — deep, possessiv
The pleasure built fast and dirty.Damon reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he fucked me harder, the wet slap of his hips against my ass filling the room.I came again — hard — my pussy clamping down around Damon’s thick cock, milking him as fresh gushes of cream coated his shaft.But they still weren’t finished.Damon pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with my juices.Lucian took his place behind me.He rubbed the head of his cock against my soaked entrance, then pushed back inside in one smooth thrust. The familiar stretch made me moan.While Lucian fucked my pussy with deep, grinding strokes, Damon moved in front of me again, feeding his long, curved cock into my mouth.They used me like that for long minutes — one cock slamming into my cunt while the other fucked my throat, switching every few minutes so I never knew whose dick was stretching which hole.Then came the moment I’d been fantasizing about.Father Lucian pulled out and lay on his back, strok
They didn’t give me time to think.Father Lucian pushed me toward the large bed in the center of the room. I landed on my back, legs spread wide as they both loomed over me.Father Damon was first.He dropped between my thighs, shoved my legs wider, and buried his face in my cunt without warning.His tongue was broader, rougher than Lucian’s — long, hungry licks from my dripping hole up to my throbbing clit, then sucking my swollen nub into his mouth while two thick fingers slammed inside me.I cried out, back arching off the bed.“Oh fuck— yes—”Father Lucian climbed onto the bed beside my head, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his massive cock. It was even thicker up close — heavy veins running along the shaft, the fat head already leaking precum, balls full and heavy.He tapped the slick head against my lips.“Open.”I obeyed, and he pushed inside my mouth slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch my jaw. The taste of him — salty, masculine, slightly musky — made my pussy clench
I whimpered into his palm—muffled, desperate. He shoved his sweats down—cock springing free, thick and heavy, slapping against my ass cheek. No condom. No prep beyond the slickness already dripping from me. He notched the head at my entrance—slow, teasing—then pushed in.One long, deep slide
Ava's POVI’ve always been the good girl at these family reunions—the one who helps with dishes, smiles politely, never causes trouble. The one everyone calls “sweet Ava” or “little Ava” even though I turned 21 in March. But this year something shifted the second I stepped out of the car. The air sm
AVA'S POVTRIGGER WARNING; TABOO, SEX WITH COUSIN I spent all day pretending nothing happened. Smiling at the aunties while I carried plates of potato salad and coleslaw to the picnic tables. Helping Dad flip burgers on the grill, the smoke stinging my eyes while I laughed at his dumb jokes abou
He pushed—slow, relentless. The stretch burned bright, then melted into fullness so intense I saw stars. Both cocks buried deep, rubbing against each other inside me. They started moving—opposite thrusts at first, then together, deep and hard. I screamed—raw, unfiltered—clit grinding against Tattoo







