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PASSION IN THE PRISON IV

ผู้เขียน: Tamara Love
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-05-18 20:07:31

PART FOUR: PASSION IN THE PRISON INFIRMARY

Another five days dragged past in a haze of secret glances and aching need. My body still remembered every thick inch of Ryker from our risky night in the cell. I craved him constantly, my pussy wet at the mere thought of his pierced cock stretching me open.

That morning I was called for the routine general medical test in the prison infirmary. The sterile room smelled of antiseptic and old leather. A bored doctor ran the usual checks—blood pressure,
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  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   THE BROKEN VOW IV

    PART FOUR: THE FINAL CLAIM By 4:32 a.m., the honeymoon villa lay wrapped in deep silence, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside and the heavy, anticipatory rhythm of our breathing. Victor stood at the foot of the bed, his body still glistening from a fresh shower. Droplets traced slow paths down the hard, chiseled ridges of his chest and abs, disappearing into the deep V that went beneath the waistband of his low-slung black slacks. His silver-streaked dark hair was damp and pushed back with effortless cool, and those intense, famous actor’s eyes—once the object of my teenage fantasies—now burned with a dark, predatory hunger as they raked over my naked form. I lay sprawled across the rumpled silk sheets, my skin flushed and sticky from our earlier rounds. My thighs were slick with a mixture of his cum and my own multiple releases, my pussy still swollen and throbbing. I looked up at him, my heart hammering with a potent mix of fear and raw need. Victor’s voice ca

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   THE BROKEN VOW III

    PART THREE: DAUGHTER-IN-LAW’S TURNTwenty minutes later, I lay curled against Victor’s broad, sculpted chest, my body still trembling from the intense orgasms.Victor stroked my damp hair with one large hand, his deep voice low and commanding against my ear.“You begged so prettily while I forced my cock into my daughter-in-law,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple with an effortless, cool confidence that made my pulse race. “Now it’s your turn to be the filthy one.Your third fantasy—using my unconscious body however you want. I took the pills. When I go under, my cock will stay hard for you. Use your father-in-law.”He swallowed two small white pills dry, then pulled me in for one last deep, possessive kiss before his powerful, gorgeous body went slack. His eyelids fluttered shut. His breathing deepened into unconsciousness, but his massive nine-inch cock remained rock-hard, thick veins pulsing along the magnificent shaft, the fat plum-shaped head already leaking fresh beads of

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   THE BROKEN VOW II

    PART TWO: CHASE AND CLAIMTwo hours later, the heavy drugged haze slowly lifted from my body.I lay sprawled across the ruined sheets, my chest heaving, thighs trembling from the aftershocks of multiple shattering orgasms. My black mourning dress was bunched uselessly around my waist, the thin silk dark with sweat and soaked through with our combined fluids. Thick, creamy rivulets of Victor’s cum still leaked from my swollen, puffy pussy, sliding down my inner thighs to stain the Egyptian cotton beneath me. My nipples were red, sensitive, and aching from the way he had sucked and bitten them while I lay completely helpless.Victor stood at the foot of the bed, gloriously naked, his massive cock still semi-hard and glistening with the messy evidence of our fucking. He looked like an absolute vision, devastatingly attractive, radiating that icy, untouchable coolness that made me weak. He watched me with dark, possessive hunger as I blinked up at him, slowly regaining control of my limbs

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   THE BROKEN VOW I

    STORY SIX: THE BROKEN VOWPART ONE: DRUG AND ECSTACYThe cathedral fell into stunned silence as I turned away from the altar, the heavy ivory lace of my wedding gown sweeping against the marble floor. Whispers erupted behind me—shocked gasps, my mother’s frantic call of my name, Julian’s confused “Emilia?!”—but I didn’t look back. I lifted the voluminous skirts, exposing my slender ankles and the delicate straps of my white heels, and walked out with deliberate, unhurried steps. My veil trailed behind me.I had walked in on him three days ago.Julian’s hips snapping forward brutally, his thick cock slamming balls-deep into my niece Sophia’s tight, dripping pussy on the very bed meant for our wedding night. Sophia’s legs were locked around his waist, her tits bouncing with every savage thrust as she moaned, “Yes, Uncle Julian—fuck me harder, please!” Julian had groaned that familiar guttural sound, the one he made right before he came, his hands gripping Sophia’s ass as he pounded her

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   HIS FATHER’S PREY IV

    PART FOURHe cut the tape from my wrists with the knife, then removed the gag. I gasped for air, my chest heaving, my heavy tits rising and falling.“Do you want us to go one more time, little prey?” he asked, his voice low, menacing, and incredibly sexy.My voice was hoarse, broken, dripping with shameful desperation. “Yes… please.”A cruel, gorgeous smile twisted his lips. “Then run. Run and make sure I don’t catch you. Because if I do this time… I’m going to break you. Brutally.”I scrambled out of the SUV, yanking my torn jeans up just enough to cover my hips, leaving them unbuttoned and barely zipped. My blouse was long gone. I bolted into the dark forest completely topless, my full breasts swinging and slapping heavily against my ribs with every frantic step. Cum continued to leak down my inner thighs in sticky strands as I ran, my bare feet tearing over roots and sharp stones. The cold air made my nipples ache and tighten into painful peaks. My heart pounded so hard I could fee

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   HIS FATHER’S PREY III

    PART THREEMy ripped blouse hung open like a torn flag of surrender, my full, heavy breasts bouncing freely with every desperate stride as I bolted from the bedroom.Nipples tight and aching from the cool night air and the lingering sting of Raphael’s teeth, I ran like my life depended on it. My bare feet slapped against cold floorboards, cum still leaking down my inner thighs in thick, obscene trails.“Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven…”His voice echoed behind me, like an impossibly rich, velvet-rough purr, counting down with patience. I didn’t wait for six. I exploded through the back door of the abandoned house, bursting into the pitch-black night.Only dense woods and forest surrounded us. Tall trees loomed like silent sentinels under a sliver of moon, the ground uneven and littered with roots and fallen leaves. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my clit, in the soaked, swollen folds of my pussy that still fluttered from the brutal fucking he’d just given me.I ran

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