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35: Seduced by Two Daddies (4)

作者: C.M.

公開日: 2026-06-24 13:07:51

The peace was a fragile, fucked-out haze, shattered by the escalating force of their movements.

Isabella had become a conduit of pure sensation, her mind blissfully blank, reduced to the rhythmic push and pull, the slap of flesh, the guttural sounds of male pleasure. But Marcus and Julian were far from finished with their new toy.

Julian’s thrusts into her ass became sharper, more demanding, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. "She'

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Tales Of His Obsession 35: Seduced by Two Daddies (4)
The peace was a fragile, fucked-out haze, shattered by the escalating force of their movements. Isabella had become a conduit of pure sensation, her mind blissfully blank, reduced to the rhythmic push and pull, the slap of flesh, the guttural sounds of male pleasure. But Marcus and Julian were far from finished with their new toy. Julian’s thrusts into her ass became sharper, more demanding, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. "She's taking it so well, Marcus," he grunted, his usually smooth voice rough with strain. "Like a perfect little anal slut." Marcus, gripping her hair to control the pace of her face-fucking, gave a dark chuckle. "She hasn't even had our cocks in her cunt at the same time yet." He pulled his length from her mouth, a thick strand of saliva clinging to her bruised lips. "Up, on your back. Now." Disoriented, weak-limbed, Isabella obeyed the barked command. Julian withdrew from her ass with a wet pop
Tales Of His Obsession 34: Seduced by Two Daddies (3)
The world dissolved into a raw, physical symphony. The slap of skin on skin, the creak of the abused desk, the guttural grunts of the men using her, and her own broken cries, which had morphed from screams into breathless, sobbing pleas. "Please... oh god, please..." But whether she was begging them to stop or never to stop, even she didn't know. Marcus held her gaze captive, his stormy eyes burning with a primal fire as he pistoned up into her, his cock stroking a deep, internal trigger with every brutal thrust. "Who do you belong to, Isabella?" he demanded, his voice ragged. "You," she gasped, the word torn from her. "Louder." "I belong to you!" she cried, the declaration sending a shockwave of shame and dark thrill through her. From behind, Julian chuckled, a dark, rich sound as he maintained his deep, grinding rhythm in her ass. "And?" he prompted, his hands moving from her hips to cup her full breasts, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra until she yelped. "And
Tales Of His Obsession 33: Seduced by Two Daddies (2)
The command, so direct, so filthy, sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. She sank down, the cool rug rough against her bare knees. From this vantage point, she was eye-level with the prominent bulge in Marcus’s trousers. Julian moved behind her, his hands settling on her bare shoulders, a possessive anchor. Marcus unbuckled his belt, the clink of metal deafening. He unzipped his fly and freed his cock. It was thick, veined, and already fully erect, the head flushed a deep red. Isabella’s breath hitched. It was larger than anything she’d ever seen, let alone taken. “Look at you,” Marcus growled, fisting his length. “Our pretty little applicant, on her knees where she belongs. Show us you want this job, Isabella. Show us how badly you need it.” His words were a dark catalyst, mixing her shame with a desperate, rising need. Leaning forward, driven by a compulsion she didn’t fully understand, she extended her tongue and licked a slow, tentative stripe from the base of his sha
Tales Of His Obsession 32: Seduced by Two Daddies
The luxurious penthouse apartment shimmered in the sunset, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering city skyline. Isabella, a young woman of twenty-three with wide, innocent eyes and a curvy figure she was still learning to own, nervously smoothed the silk of her little black dress. It was too tight, too short, a choice she’d made in a moment of wild rebellion against her quiet life. She was here to interview for a personal assistant position, a job that promised a salary that could lift her and her sick mother out of their cramped apartment forever. The door opened before she could knock. Two men stood in the doorway, and the air seemed to leave the corridor. They were both in their late forties, exuding an aura of power and casual wealth that was almost tangible. Marcus, on the left, had dark hair silvering at the temples, eyes like storm clouds, and a jawline that could cut glass. He wore a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders. Julian, on the right, was h
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