Quicky Kitchen Sins😈

The cheers from the TV were still echoing when Dad slumped back onto the couch, grinning like an idiot. “El, be a good girl and grab us a couple more beers from the fridge, yeah? And some of those wings Mom made earlier.”

My legs were still shaky from the orgasm Uncle Ray had just forced out of me under the blanket and shorts soaked. I could feel my own cum slick between my thighs.

I stood up fast. “Sure, Dad.”

Before I could take two steps, Ray’s deep voice cut in, smooth as ever. “I’ll help her. These old knees need to stretch anyway.” He flashed Dad that perfect “best friend” smile and clapped him on the shoulder.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s fine, Uncle Ray. I can get it myself.”

He stood up anyway, towering over me. “Nonsense, sweetheart. Two sets of hands are faster.” His eyes locked on mine, daring me to argue in front of my father.

Dad laughed. “Let the man help, El. Don’t be stubborn.”

I had no choice refusing would look weird 'n suspicious, so I just forced a smile and walked toward the kitchen with Ray right behind me, his hand brushing the small of my back like a gentleman he wasn't!.

The second we stepped through the doorway and out of sight, his mask dropped.

He didn't wait even one seconds, he slammed the kitchen door shut behind us, spun me around, and shoved me hard against the counter. One big hand clamped over my mouth instant before I could even gasp.

“Listen up, you little slut,” he growled low against my ear, voice thick with lust as he press-pin me in “Your dad’s right there in the next room. One loud noise and he comes running. You don’t want that, do you?”

He yanked my shorts and panties down in one brutal tug that I nearly fell over, letting them pool at my ankles.

His other hand already had his phone out, he shoved the screen in my face.

There I was - his fucking wallpaper. The photo I’d been forced to take under the blanket: my own fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, legs spread and face twisted in silent orgasm while Dad cheered two feet away.

“See that?” Ray hissed. “That’s my new favorite picture. I’m keeping it right here where I can see it every time I open my phone. And if you don’t bend over this counter and take my cock like a good little girl without any drama, I’m going to ‘accidentally’ leave this screen open and bright when your dad walks in for his beer.”

I whimpered against his palm. He was already freeing his thick cock with his free hand -- fuck. It was long, veiny, and already rock-hard. About 9 and half inches.

The fat head slapped against my soaked pussy lips continually, taunting me.

“Please… Uncle Ray… not here..”

He didn’t wait. He kicked my feet apart with brutal force then lined up again, and slammed into me in one savage thrust.

I screamed into his hand. The stretch was brutal. He was thicker than I expected, stretching my tight walls wide open while my dad sat in the other room just ten feet away.

“Fuck, you’re even tighter than I imagined Ella” he groaned, pulling back and pounding in again, harder. “This is what you get for sending me that slutty picture, baby girl. Now you’re Daddy’s best friend’s personal fucktoy.”

Every brutal thrust made my tits bounce under my hoodie and my hips slam against the counter as he push in.

Wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the kitchen, skin on skin, my pussy squelching around his cock.

I was dripping down my thighs.

Was wet as fuck.

He leaned over me, teeth grazing my ear. “Feel that? That’s your Uncle Ray’s cock ruining your little cunt while your dad watches the game. You’re going to take every inch and you’re going to keep quiet.” He says slapping his hand on my face with brutal motion.

His hand left my mouth just long enough to grab my phone and set it on the counter, camera facing us. “Smile for the new wallpaper, sweetheart.”

I tried to stay quiet. I really did. But every time he bottomed out, a broken moan slipped out invuluntary.

He fucked me faster, rougher, one hand choking the back of my neck, the other reaching around to rub my clit in deep circles, it was so much I peed a little on his hand

He smirks"That's my girl"

“You’re gonna cum now on my cock, aren’t you? Right here where your mom cooks dinner. Say it.”

“I—I’m gonna cum—” I whimpered, voice shaking.

The orgasm hit me like something unreal. My pussy clenched hard around him, gushing, soaking his balls while my legs trembled, shaking and barely able to stand. Ray had to hold me on in order not to fall.

Ray buried himself to the hilt and growled like an animal. “Good girl, take it all.”

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded me, pulse after pulse, so much it immediately started leaking out around his cock and running down my thighs to the tile.

He stayed inside me, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed in my ruined pussy. Then he pulled out slowly, letting the mess drip onto the kitchen floor.

He tucked himself away, patted my ass, and whispered, “Clean that up before your dad comes looking. And keep my cum inside you for the rest of the night because next time… I’m taking your ass while he’s in the same room.”

He grabbed two beers like nothing happened and walked back to the living room.

Whistling...

I stood there shaking, cum leaking down my legs, already terrified what he’d make me do next.