เข้าสู่ระบบCuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (9)Disclaimer: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and explores fictional taboo themes, including consensual power dynamics, cuckolding, humiliation, breeding fantasy, and sexual situations involving adults. All characters depicted are consenting adults aged 18 and over. The events and relationships portrayed are works of fiction created solely for entertainment purposes and are not intended to promote, endorse, or reflect real-life behavior or values. Reader discretion is advised.••"Guess you will have to try and stop that," I told him and laughed.Charlie looked at me and then at his dad, who was also laughing."H-how?" Charlie asked."Well," I told him as I spread my legs wider and my fingers rolled around my pussy lips, getting coated in Paul's cum, "although he came so much and so deep inside me that he probably will get me pregnant, you could try and stop it... by eating my creampied cunt.""What?!" Charlie gasped. "No... I can
Cuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (8)As soon as his cock left my aching cunt, I missed it. Then he grabbed my hips and forced me onto my hands and knees. He purposefully had me facing Charlie, so I could look him in the eye as his own father destroyed my throbbing pussy.Paul slapped my ass so hard I knew it would leave a mark, and then he grabbed my hips and forced his entire cock, balls deep inside of me."Ooooh fuck!" I moaned as my insides got rearranged by Paul. "He's so big!" I moaned and looked into Charlie's eyes.He looked a mixture of excitement and sadness seeing his sweet, innocent girlfriend turn into a desperate whore in front of him. But the tent in his shorts made me know that he was enjoying it.My head hung down as Paul hammered in and out of me. His body slapped against mine every time, and my firm ass bounced against him.Then Pau
Cuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (7)I was grinding up and down Paul's bare cock as we made out, and he grabbed and spanked my ass.I was moaning and panting into Paul's mouth, but God, I was desperate for him."Right," Paul said, and spanked me again. "Let's go upstairs.""What?" Charlie asked.Paul threw me off him, and we both stood up. Charlie stood up as if he was going to put his foot down, until we all noticed the tent in his trousers. I couldn't stop myself from bursting into laughter."Jesus Christ, Charlie," I laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen you that hard!"Paul laughed as well, and although Charlie was bright red, he actually let out a weak moan.Paul's firm hand slapped and grabbed my arse cheek, pulling me close to his body."It's okay, son," Paul said. "
Cuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (6)"Was that too rough?" Paul asked me, and from his tone I could tell he was genuinely concerned.After years of taming down his dominant sexual animal only to release it on a young girl, now Paul was worried he took it too far.I ran the back of my hand across my spit covered mouth and chin and looked up at him."Not at all... Daddy." I panted.The smile on his face when I said that could've made me cum. I didn't wait for him to force his cock back into my mouth because I lunged for it."Mmmmm!" I moaned as I sloppily bobbed up and down like some porn star.I slurped, spat, licked and sucked his cock like some cheap whore.My right hand pulled my bikini bottoms to one side, and I sunk two fingers deep into my drenched pussy."Mmmmm!!" I moaned as I sucked his dick and fingered myself on the floor.My mouth worked his cock like my life depended on it while I finger fucked myself for him. I loved fingering myself, but I was furiously plunging my
Cuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (5)He walked over to the side of the pool, but Paul had his back to Charlie, so even though the water was clear and see-through, he couldn’t see that my hand was inside his dad’s shorts. Although it must have been strange that my hand wasn’t visible.“I’m just getting to know your girlfriend better,” Paul told him and laughed.“I might join you,” Charlie told us, and I saw him reach for the side of the pool.“No!” I shouted instinctively, my fingers still gripping his dad’s cock. “Erm, we need some towels for when we get out.”Paul laughed at my terrible excuse.“Yeah,” Paul joined in, “Go upstairs and get three towels from the bathroom.”“I don’t think we need them,” Charlie said in a concerned tone. “We can just dry in the sun.”“Charlie!” I shouted. “Just do as your dad tells you!”He looked shocked that I shouted at him, although he didn’t say anything and just walked into the house.“You’re such a bitch,” Paul told me.“Oh yeah?” I asked, n
Cuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (4)I don't know why, but teasing Charlie like that made my pussy wetter than I wanted to admit."Shut up," Charlie whispered weakly."He is hot," I said to him. "All those muscles and hair. There's nothing wrong with him looking at a hot 18-year-old.""Melody!" Charlie panted."Oh, come on," I told him. "Do you have that much of a problem with him checking me out?""I just... it's weird," Charlie replied."Do you think he gets hard over me?" I asked, finding some sick thrill in saying this to my boyfriend."Oh my God!" Charlie gasped."I bet he does," I said to him. "I bet looking at me makes his cock very, very hard.""Stop it," he whispered, but then I noticed a flinch in his shorts.He was actually getting hard over this!!! I couldn't believe it!"I bet he'd fuck me properly," I sighed. A girl could dream.Charlie didn't reply to that, but he did have to rearrange his cock in his shorts. Yep, my boyfriend was hard!I didn't push it any furthe
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