Mag-log inTha day felt different. The rain had finally eased into a soft mist, and the house on Maple Lane was quiet again — too quiet. Amina had been gone for almost twenty-four hours, and her last text from the road still sat on Elias’s phone like it was burning a hole through it: “Made it back safe. Noah helped me carry my stuff up to the dorm. He’s sweet. Talk soon.”Elias had read that message three times already this morning.He woke me the same way he had every morning since she left — wrapped around me from behind, one arm across my chest, the other hand already between my thighs, two fingers pushing his cum from the night before deeper inside me while he whispered against my ear.“Still so full of Daddy,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and something sharper. “My load from last night is still leaking out of this tight little pussy while my daughter is four hours away letting some college boy named Noah carry her bags. Take it, baby. Let me fill you again before I have to go to work
The day as usual felt heavier than the rain that had been falling for days. The house on Maple Lane was quiet in that particular way it got when someone was about to leave again. Amina’s bag sat by the front door. Her car was already packed. We were having one last breakfast on the porch before she drove back to college.Elias had woken me early, the same way he had every morning she’d been here — curled tight around my back, one hand already between my thighs, pushing his cum from the night before deeper inside me while he whispered filthy things against my ear about how full he wanted me before she left. We’d been quiet. Careful. The risk of her hearing us had only made him rougher, needier.Now we sat on the porch with coffee and the last of the pancakes. Amina looked more rested than when she’d arrived, but there was still that careful distance in her eyes every time she watched Elias touch me — even small things, like his hand resting on my knee under the table.She pushed a stra
The Last day arrived with the same soft gray drizzle that had wrapped Willow Creek for days. The house on Maple Lane felt smaller than ever with Amina still asleep down the hall. Every creak of the old floorboards, every shift of the rain against the windows, reminded us she was here. Elias woke me the same way he had the day before — curled tight around my back, one arm banded across my chest, the other hand resting low and possessive over my stomach like he was already protecting something that wasn’t there yet. His morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against me.He didn’t ask. He simply lifted my leg and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling sharply at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.“Still so full of me from last night,” he whispered against the back of my neck, voice rough and low. “My cum still leaking out of this tight little pussy while my daughter sleeps in the next room. Take it, baby. Let Daddy fill you again
The day continued under the same soft gray drizzle that had followed us since dawn. The house on Maple Lane felt smaller with Amina asleep in the room down the hall. Every creak of the floorboards, every shift of the rain on the roof, reminded us she was here. Elias woke me the same way he had the morning before — curled tight around my back, one arm across my chest, the other hand resting low and possessive over my stomach. His morning hardness pressed hot against me.He didn’t ask. He simply lifted my leg and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.“Still so full of me from last night,” he whispered against the back of my neck, voice rough and low. “My cum still leaking out of this tight little pussy while my daughter sleeps in the next room. Take it, baby. Let Daddy fill you again before she wakes up. Let me breed you right here with her under the same roof.”The risk made every movement sha
Day fifty-two arrived with soft gray light filtering through the curtains and the steady patter of rain on the roof. Amina was asleep in the room down the hall. The house felt smaller, tighter, every sound amplified. Elias woke first, his body already curved tightly around mine from behind, one arm banded across my chest and the other hand resting low on my stomach. His morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my ass.He didn’t speak. He simply lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling sharply at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.“Still so full of me from last night,” he whispered against the back of my neck, voice low and rough. “My cum still leaking out of this tight little pussy while my daughter sleeps in the next room. Take it, baby. Let Daddy fill you again before she wakes up. Let me breed you right here with her under the same roof.”The risk made everything sharper. I bit my lip hard to stay si
Day fifty broke soft and gray, rain tapping steadily against the windows of the house on Maple Lane. The lilacs outside were heavy with water, and the air inside felt thick with everything we hadn’t said out loud yet. Amina’s last text from the night before still sat on Elias’s phone: “Leaving around 11. Should be there by noon. Can’t wait for the porch.”Elias read it while I was still pressed against his chest, his arm locked around my waist, palm spread wide over my lower belly like he was already claiming space there. Morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my ass. He didn’t speak. He simply rolled me onto my back, spread my thighs, and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust that made us both exhale hard.He moved with purpose, hips rolling deep and steady, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding between us to rub slow circles over my clit.“Still so full of Daddy from last night,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and rough. “My cum still leaking out o







