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Strip Poker with Daddy and Brother 1
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They carried me upstairs like I was made of glass and sin at the same time. David had me cradled against his chest, my legs wrapped around his waist, his half-hard cock sliding against my sloppy pussy with every step. Ryan followed, one hand lazily stroking himself, the other tracing the cum leaking from my stretched ass down the backs of my thighs.The bedroom door shut behind us with a soft click that sounded like surrender. David laid me in the center of the massive bed, black silk sheets cool against my overheated skin and climbed up after me. He didn’t speak. He just spread my legs wide, hooked them over his shoulders, and buried his face between my thighs.His tongue pushed straight into my cum-filled pussy, scooping out the mixed loads of him and Ryan, swallowing greedily. I screamed, back arching off the mattress. He ate me like he was starving for it, like tasting his own release dripping out of his stepdaughter was the hottest thing he’d ever done.Ryan knelt b
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David’s cock was still buried inside me, pulsing with the last spurts of his release, when he leaned over my back and growled against my ear, “We’re not done with you, baby girl. Not even close.”Hot cum oozed out around his shaft and slid in thick rivulets down my trembling thighs. I was bent over the kitchen island, tits flattened against the cold marble, ass in the air, completely wrecked and still clenching greedily around him.Ryan pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. Long strings of spit and cum connected my swollen lips to the head of his cock before they broke and dripped onto my chin. He smeared the mess across my cheek with his thumb, then pushed it into my mouth so I could suck it clean.“Good girl,” he praised, voice hoarse. “Swallowed every drop like you were born for it.”David finally eased out of my pussy. The sudden emptiness made me whimper, but the feeling only lasted a second. He spread my cheeks wide and watched his load leak from my stretched hole.“Look at tha
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I’d been home from college exactly four days and my pussy was already a traitor.Mom married David last summer, some loaded real-estate guy with a jawline carved from marble and a twenty-four-year-old son, Ryan, who looked like he bench-pressed cars for fun. The house was ridiculous: heated marble floors, a kitchen bigger than my dorm, and a wine fridge that hummed like it was flirting.It was 1:17 a.m. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw David’s thick forearms when he reached across the dinner table, or the way Ryan’s sweatpants clung to his dick when he sprawled on the couch watching football. Wrong. So fucking wrong. But my clit didn’t care about vows or bloodlines.I padded downstairs in the tiniest sleep shorts I owned, soft pink cotton that barely covered the curve of my ass and a white ribbed tank with no bra. My nipples hard from the AC and Thighs already slick because I was a disgusting little mess.The kitchen island was lit by one low pendan
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The library at Westbridge High was a mausoleum of silence after hours, its towering shelves casting long shadows under the flickering fluorescent lights. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the only sound was the faint hum of the vending machine in the corner. Ethan Harper sat alone at a study table in the back, his lanky frame hunched over a calculus textbook. His glasses slid down his nose as he scribbled equations, oblivious to the world. At eighteen, Ethan was the kind of boy who blended into walls—pale, freckled, with messy brown hair that never quite obeyed a comb. He was brilliant, sure, but brilliance didn’t win friends. It won solitude.The heavy library doors creaked open, and Ethan didn’t look up. Probably just Mr. Jenkins, the librarian, doing his rounds. But the click of heels on the linoleum floor was too sharp, too deliberate. His pencil froze mid-equation. Two figures emerged from the shadows between the shelves: Chloe Bennett and Lila Valdez, the undisputed queen
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The ShowerI’m thirty-five, and the house is finally, gloriously empty. The kids are at my mother’s for the weekend; my husband’s on some work trip that conveniently turned into a boys’ golf getaway. The silence is thick, golden, mine. I lock the front door, double-check the kids’ rooms, and head straight for the master bathroom.The en-suite is my sanctuary: white marble, soft recessed lighting, a rainfall showerhead I rarely use because it’s too gentle. But tonight, I’m not here for gentle. I’m here for the handheld. That sleek, chrome wand with the adjustable dial—seven settings, from mist to massage. I’ve used it to rinse shampoo a thousand times. Tonight, it’s going to ruin me.I strip in front of the mirror. Bra first—my breasts spill out, heavy, nipples already peaked from the chill and the anticipation. Skirt, panties soaked before I’ve even touched the water. I study myself: hips wider than they were at twenty-five, faint silver stretch marks like lightning over my belly, thi
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Jake’s cock was still half-hard, slick with both of us, when he rolled off the bed and yanked the blanket to the floor in one motion. The carpet was soft enough, but the drop made my heart lurch. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down after him, flipping me onto my stomach before I could catch my breath.“Ass up,” he ordered, voice low and gravel-rough, the kind of tone that made my spine arch without permission. I scrambled onto my elbows and knees, thighs slick with the cum he’d already pumped into me, dripping in slow, warm trails down to the carpet. The TV flickered above us—some new scene, a girl pinned against a brick wall, skirt hiked to her waist, taking it so hard her tits bounced with every slap of skin on skin. The sound was muted now, but the visuals were enough: her mouth open in a silent scream, his hand fisted in her hair. Jake didn’t wait for me to settle. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, lined up, and slammed in—one brutal, wet thrust that buried him to th
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