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Salt & Storm -- 2

作者: Abby
last update 公開日: 2026-03-16 15:31:09

The moon is a bloated pearl tonight, hanging so low it feels like I could reach up and snatch it from the sky.

I’m already pacing the deck when she rises.

No splash this time. Just the sudden grip of her hands on the stern rail, then her whole naked body flipping over it like a seal breaking surface. Water sluices off her skin, pooling at her feet as she turns to me, eyes green fire, lips curled in a feral smile. Her tits rise and fall with heavy breaths, nipples tight from the cold sea.

I don’
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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Daddy-in-Law IV (yes, Daddy)

    Victor’s grip on my wrist is iron as he pulls me from the wine cellar’s wreckage straight into the master bedroom.The king bed dominates the room—dark silk sheets already rumpled from our earlier round, moonlight slicing through the windows.He shoves me onto the mattress on my back, climbs over me, and pins my wrists above my head with one hand.His cock is rock-hard again, slapping heavy against my stomach.“Look at you,” he rasps, eyes raking over my marked body—red handprints on my ass, cum drying on my thighs, pussy swollen and glistening. “My son’s bride, dripping for Daddy’s cock hours before the wedding.”I arch up, desperate. “Please, Daddy—fuck me again. I need it so bad.”He smirks, releases my wrists, and grabs my ankles instead spreading me wide, folding my legs back until my knees are by my ears.Then he slams into my pussy in one brutal thrust.I scream, back bowing off the silk.He doesn’t hold back.He pounds me folded in half, hips snapping, cock driving so deep I

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Daddy-in-Law III (yes, Daddy)

    Victor doesn’t carry me this time.He grabs my wrist and drags me up the stairs, my bare feet stumbling on the carpet, cum still leaking down my thighs from the wine cellar wreckage.We reach the master bedroom—his bedroom—the one he shared with his late wife, the one where my fiancé was conceived.The door slams shut behind us.The room is huge: king bed with dark silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark estate, moonlight pouring in.Victor shoves me toward the bed.“On your back,” he orders. “Legs spread. Show Daddy what’s his tonight.I scramble onto the silk, lie back, and open my thighs wide.My pussy is swollen, red, dripping with his cum and my juices, lips puffy and glistening.He stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock slow, eyes locked on my exposed hole.“Look at that greedy little cunt,” he growls. “Leaking Daddy’s cum like a proper slut.”“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, fingers sliding down to spread myself open for him. “It’s all yours. Fuck me again.

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Daddy-in-Law II (yes, Daddy)

    I’m still sprawled on the tasting table, legs spread, cum leaking from both holes in thick streams, when Victor walks back in.He’s stripped off his shirt, chest glistening with sweat, cock already rock-hard again, jutting out like a weapon.He doesn’t speak.He just grabs my ankles, yanks me to the edge of the table, and flips me onto my stomach.My tits smash against the cold wood, nipples scraping, ass high.He kicks my feet wider, spreads my cheeks with rough hands, and slams back into my pussy in one brutal thrust.I scream, fingers scrabbling for grip on the table edges.He doesn’t ease in.He starts pounding—harder than before, faster, hips snapping with raw power, the table sliding across the stone floor with every impact.Bottles rattle violently in the racks, some clinking dangerously.His hand cracks across my ass—sharp, stinging spanks that make me clench around him so tight he growls.Each one harder, the heat blooming into fire that makes my pussy gush down his cock and

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Daddy-in-Law I (yes, Daddy)

    The estate is quiet.Everyone’s gone for the bachelor party except me and Victor my soon-to-be father-in-law.I’m in the study looking for the seating chart when he walks in, closing the door with a soft click that feels final.He’s in a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, top buttons open, showing salt-and-pepper chest hair.Slacks hugging thick thighs and an obvious bulge.“You shouldn’t be alone the night before your wedding, Lila,” he says, voice low, dangerous.His eyes rake over my body in the tight white rehearsal dress short, low-cut, clinging to every curve.I open my mouth to answer, but he’s already crossing the room.He grabs my waist, spins me, and bends me over the mahogany desk in one brutal motion.My palms slap the wood; my dress rides up, exposing lace panties.He doesn’t ask.He yanks them down to my knees, spreads my ass cheeks with rough hands, and growls at the sight of my already-soaked pussy.“Been waiting to taste my son’s bride,” he rasps.Then his mouth is

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Forbidden pounds -- 4

    Mom left for her weekend getaway at noon, waving goodbye with a cheerful “Have fun, kids!”The second her car turned the corner, Alex texted:House is ours.Start in the living room.Don’t wear anything you want to keep in one piece.I was waiting naked on the couch when he walked in, cock already straining his jeans, eyes blazing.He didn’t speak.He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed my ankles, and yanked me to the edge of the couch. My legs spread wide, pussy already dripping.He dropped to his knees, buried his face between my thighs, and devoured me.No warm-up—just rough, hungry licks, sucking my clit hard, tongue plunging inside me like he was starving.I came in under a minute, screaming, gushing over his tongue and chin.He stood, stripped, and slammed into me while I was still shaking deep, brutal thrusts that rocked the couch across the floor.He fucked me missionary first, legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, pounding so hard the cushions flew off.I came a

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Forbidden pounds -- 3

    Mom was asleep upstairs, the house dark and quiet except for the low hum of the fridge.I couldn’t sleep—my body still ached from the basement, pussy sore and swollen, but the ache was the good kind. The kind that made me wet just remembering how hard Alex had fucked me.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Alex.Kitchen. Now.I’m thirsty.I was downstairs in seconds, barefoot in just a tiny silk nightie that barely covered my ass, nipples already hard against the cool fabric.The kitchen was lit only by the under-cabinet lights, soft gold glow over the marble island.Alex was leaning against the counter in nothing but boxer briefs, cock straining against the thin cotton, eyes locked on me like a predator.He didn’t speak.He just crooked a finger.I walked straight to him.The second I was in reach he grabbed my waist, spun me, and lifted me onto the cold marble island like I weighed nothing.My nightie rode up instantly, exposing my bare pussy to the chill.He stepped between my sprea

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Trapped with Him -- 2

    I thought that was it. I’d walk out into the cool night air, collect myself, and pretend it never happened. But the second my heels hit the pavement outside, I saw him leaning against the side of the building.The streetlights caught the sharp lines of his jaw, the hood shadowing his eyes. He didn’

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Guest Room III

    I avoided him all day.I stayed in the kitchen longer than I needed. Pretended to help clean. Sat through a painfully boring movie with my best friend, trying to look normal—even though every time I shifted, I felt him between my legs.The stretch.The ache.The heat he left inside me.Rafe hadn’t

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    My therapy -- 1

    I told myself I was here for help.Not because I was horny. Not because I couldn’t stop picturing my therapist between my legs.But because I had issues.Impulse control. Risk-taking. Obsession.Dr. Carter said I needed to “explore the root.” That we’d go slow. Talk it out. Trust the process.But i

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-22

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Daddy’s Replacement -- 3

    He didn’t need to say it again.I opened wide, stuck out my tongue, and let thick strings of spit drip down onto his cock—messy, filthy, just the way he liked it. I stroked him slowly, coating every inch in my saliva, watching his jaw clench and his abs tighten with every slick pump.“Look at you,”

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23
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