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36 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 2.
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FILTHY WET DIARIES 36 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 2.
FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 2.ASHLEY POV.He was magnificent.A work of brutal, male art. My mouth actually watered."Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Our rebellious princess, on her knees for her daddy's cock. I knew you had it in you." He guided himself to my lips. "Open wide, Ashley. Show me how badly you want it."I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum at his tip.The flavor was pure, primal man. I took him into my mouth, slowly, savoring the way my lips stretched to accommodate his girth.I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deep, my throat relaxing to take him all."Jesus Christ," he hissed, his hips jerking forward.His grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he began to fuck my face roughly.Each thrust pushed him deeper, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat, making me gag, making my eyes water.“That's it, Ashely. Take it. Take all of me, you greedy little cocksucker." The filth from his mouth, the raw carna
FILTHY WET DIARIES 38 - FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 1.
FILTHY INTERVIEW SESSION 1.Ashley'S POV.I was pretty sure I was going to throw up. Or maybe spontaneously combust.The air was too cold, the leather of the chair felt too sticky against my thighs, and the man across the desk... God, the man across the desk was a sin in the form of flesh.PRESS LITTMAN. My mother's husband.I had been totally against my mum remarrying when she told ne about him.I mean, my mum's really beautiful and all, but he was way above her league.His name was a whisper in this city, synonymous with power, danger, and a kind of ruthless magnetism that made sensible women do very, very stupid things.I'd heard the stories, of course.Of how he almost never showed interest in women. How any woman who was even lucky enough to get a taste of him, never got the testimony of a second encounter
FILTHY WET DIARIES 37 - OUR FATHER'S WIFE 2.
OUR FATHER'S WIFE 2.My hands trembled as I kicked my jeans and boxers off. My dick stood out, thick and angry and leaking.Ryan was watching me, really watching me, his eyes tracing the line of my body in a way they never had before.There was a tension in the air now that had nothing to do with Connie. It was old and unspoken, the kind that lived in late-night talks and shared glances, and it was suddenly, violently coming to the surface.Connie's eyes darkened with pure hunger."Mmm. Just as I thought. A real fucking mouthful." She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, her hold firm. Her thumb swiped over the tip, smearing my pre-cum. "You've been fantasizing about this, haven't you? About watching him. About tasting him".I couldn't speak. I just groaned.Ryan was watching us, his cock still hard inside Connie, a conflicted but intensely inte
FILTHY WET DIARIES 37 - OUR FATHER'S WIFE 1.
OUR FATHER'S WIFE 1.DYLAN'S POV.The hallway was narrow enough to chokeme.I shouldn't have been there. I should've been downstairs, getting ready to go for basketball practice, putting on Ryan's hand me down Jerseys.Ryan, my elder brother. The guy who'd taught me every single thing I know about basketball.The same guy who'd practically raised me ever since our mom died, and our father was too busy with work to spare us a glance. My elder brother who told me to always focus on my dreams and not let women distract me.I should have walked by the moment I saw them, but I didn't. I stood there, pressed against the wall outside our father's bedroom, watching my brother and our new stepmom, my palm slick against the hardwood doorframe, my breath shallow.The crack in the door was just wide enough.&n
FILTHY WET DIARIES 36 - MY PROFESSOR'S PLAYTHING 4.
MY PROFESSOR'S PLAYTHING 4.By the time I got home, I quietly went up the stairs, hoping with everything in me, that Amber wasn't home, and even if she was, I wanted to get to my room first before she notices I'm home.Just as I'm almost up, her door suddenly creaks open, revealing her very pretty features, with her eyes, wide in excitement.“Ohh my God Molly!! I can't believe you did it!” She shrieked, eyeing me up, taking in my tattered appearance.I was just avoided eye contact, somehow feeling ashamed of myself for listening to her.“Soooo… how was it?” She wiggled her brows in excitement as if I had won a lottery or something. “Tell me everything. He was good, wasn't he? Definitely different from that asshole, right? I bet you felt him everything!!!” She squealed, shuttting her eyes in ecstasy, as if daydreaming of having the same e
FILTHY WET DIARIES 36 - MY PROFESSOR'S PLAYTHING 3.
MY PROFESSOR’S PLAYTHING 3.After a few more seconds of his teasing, he snarled, lined up and thrusts balls -deep in one brutal thrust move.I screamed. The stretch was obscene, burned, perfect, too much and yet not enough.He bottomed out, buried balls deep inside me, hips flushed to my burning ass, and held there, letting me feel every pulsing inch.“So goddamn tight” he groaned “like this pussy was made to milk my very cock Molly, Christ.” He hissed through clenched teeth.He pulled back slow, dragged over every nerve, then slammed home once again, causing the desk to screech beneath us.He kept thrusting in and out again and again, faster, harder, stretching me out in ways I’ve never been stretched.My tits bounced on my chest heavily with each movement. Wet slappy sounds filled th
FILTHY WET DIARIES MY STEPSON 2
MY STEPSON 2 “Damn, these are beautiful.” He rasped, palmed both tits roughly, squeezed until I gasped. His thumbs flicked the stiff peaks, then pinched hard, twisted until pain blurred into blinding pleasure. “I fucking tried my best to stay away, you know. But you've decided to be a slutty bitc
FILTHY WET DIARIES MY STEPSON
MY STEPSON.I didn't know Lucien was back from camp, when I went home early from work.My handbag placed steady on the crook of my right arm. I was about to fix my key into the door, when I noticed it was open.Kenny was away for a business trip, and Lucien, his son, was supposed to be in camp. I
FILTHY WET DIARIES MY STEPSON 5.
MY STEPSON 5.I woke up the next morning, feeling sore, my body weak. I shuffled a little, only to realize I was still in his embrace, his cock still buried inside me as his chest heaved up and down in his sleep.I slowly tried to peel his hands off me, so I could go get water, as my throat felt d
FILTHY WET DIARIES MY STEPSON 4.
MY STEPSON 4.I yelped, the pain mixed with pleasure, as his palm landed on my bare ass roughly, before smoothening the area a little.He smacked me two more times on each cheek before heading for the stairs.He kept smacking my ass every now and then as he climbed up the stairs.“What do you fucki
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