LOGIN18+[Mature content] “Listen to you,” he murmurs against my ear, two fingers slipping through my folds without entering, just spreading the wetness up to my clit and circling slow. “Soaked for me. You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you? I whimper, pushing back against him, feeling the thick, length of him hot against my ass. He chuckles, dark and wicked. “Greedy girl you want your step-uncle’s cock again?” “Yes,” I gasp. “Please—” He pulls his fingers away and I cry out at the loss, but then he’s gripping my hips, tilting me just right, and sliding into me in one slow, relentless push. “Fuck, Mabel,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me.”Then he starts moving hard, filthy strokes that shove me up the mattress, the tie around my wrists pulling tight. “Come on my cock,” he growls. “Show me how much you love being fucked by the one man you’re never supposed to want.” I screamed whiles he keeps pounding through it, snarling filthy praise in my ear. “That’s it milk me, baby… gonna fill you up again so you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow…” He slams deep one last time and comes with my name on his tongue, pulsing hot inside me until it’s dripping down my thighs. He unties me slowly, pulls off the blindfold and kisses me soft and deep while I’m still shaking around him. ** After her boyfriend dumped her, calling her a “buzzkill” in bed, her best friend swore by a new doctor in town (turns out he’s the step-uncle she barely remembers, and everything changes).
View MoreMabelSunday family game night at my parents’ house started at six sharp, because Mom believed in “tradition” the way other people believe in oxygen. Adrian arrived at 5:47 wearing the navy sweater I’d clawed off him less than twenty-four hours ago in the hotel suite. He looked perfectly respectable: hair neat, smile easy, hickeys hidden under the collar I’d personally checked in the hotel mirror this morning.I looked like the good daughter in a soft pink sundress and cardigan. No one could see the bruises on my inner thighs shaped like his fingerprints, or the fact I was still swollen and sticky from how many times he’d filled me since Friday night.We lasted exactly seventy-three minutes.Mom had us playing Taboo in the living room. Dad and Adrian against Mom and me. Every time Adrian leaned forward to grab a card, the sleeve of his sweater rode up and I saw the faint teeth marks I’d left on his forearm. My clit throbbed so hard I had to cross my legs.At 7:16 Mom declared we nee
MabelSunday family game night at my parents’ house started at six sharp, because Mom believed in “tradition” the way other people believe in oxygen. Adrian arrived at 5:47 wearing the navy sweater I’d clawed off him less than twenty-four hours ago in the hotel suite. He looked perfectly respectable: hair neat, smile easy, hickeys hidden under the collar I’d personally checked in the hotel mirror this morning.I looked like the good daughter in a soft pink sundress and cardigan. No one could see the bruises on my inner thighs shaped like his fingerprints, or the fact I was still swollen and sticky from how many times he’d filled me since Friday night.We lasted exactly seventy-three minutes.Mom had us playing Taboo in the living room. Dad and Adrian against Mom and me. Every time Adrian leaned forward to grab a card, the sleeve of his sweater rode up and I saw the faint teeth marks I’d left on his forearm. My clit throbbed so hard I had to cross my legs.At 7:16 Mom declared we nee
MabelSunday family game night at my parents’ house started at six sharp, because Mom believed in “tradition” the way other people believe in oxygen. Adrian arrived at 5:47 wearing the navy sweater I’d clawed off him less than twenty-four hours ago in the hotel suite. He looked perfectly respectable: hair neat, smile easy, hickeys hidden under the collar I’d personally checked in the hotel mirror this morning.I looked like the good daughter in a soft pink sundress and cardigan. No one could see the bruises on my inner thighs shaped like his fingerprints, or the fact I was still swollen and sticky from how many times he’d filled me since Friday night.We lasted exactly seventy-three minutes.Mom had us playing Taboo in the living room. Dad and Adrian against Mom and me. Every time Adrian leaned forward to grab a card, the sleeve of his sweater rode up and I saw the faint teeth marks I’d left on his forearm. My clit throbbed so hard I had to cross my legs.At 7:16 Mom declared we nee
MabelWe needed distance from the city, from the clinic, from the security footage that still hadn’t been deleted by Saturday noon. Adrian texted me at 2:17 p.m.: Pack an overnight bag. Black dress. No panties. I’m picking you up at six.He pulled up in the matte-black Audi he never drove to family events (too flashy, too him). I slid into the passenger seat wearing the dress he’d bought me last month: backless, high slit, thin silk that clung to every curve. He looked me over once, slow, then reached across the console and dragged two fingers up my bare thigh, under the hem, straight to my pussy.“Good girl,” he murmured when he found me already wet. Then he licked his fingers clean and pulled away from the curb like nothing happened.Two hours north, the hotel rose out of the pines like something out of a fever dream: glass and cedar, floor-to-ceiling windows, a private drive that curved through old-growth forest so no one saw which car dropped you at the lobby. He’d booked the pe






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