ANMELDEN(Betty's POV)Oh my gawd! This twenty eight year old dude, surely knows how to finger a grown woman's cunt.The cool wood of the table pressed against my cheek as Damon’s fingers worked deeper, curling just right, the wet sounds of my cunt filling the quiet kitchen. My short gown was bunched at my waist, panties stretched uselessly around my knees, and every thrust of his hand made my breasts drag against the surface. Heat flooded my face. My heart was hammering so hard that I could feel it in my throat.Damon is my husband’s son. The boy who used to call me Auntie Betty. The same hands that had once carried grocery bags for me were now stretching my pussy open like he owned it. Shame burned under my skin, thick and hot, but it only made me wetter and my cunt clenched around his fingers, with hunger and starvation.“Mama,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You're dripping down your thighs for me.” “Yes mommy wants you so badly!”Another sharp spank landed on my ass, the sting bl
Betty: My stepson’s return was like the biggest punishment my husband could ever think of giving me, especially when I was ovulating. One dark gaze of his, my panties dampened. One night after dinner, I locked the door of my room, walked inside and sat on the big size bed. Accra heat doesn't not leave just because the sun has gone. The ceiling fan turned slowly circles above my bed, but I was still feeling the heat in between my thighs. My husband has been on his business, three months now, he hasn't come home and I have stopped waiting. He only called me when his son returned to the city, telling me to welcome him, treat him well, bla bla bla… He didn't even talk about us. Oh Well! I lay on my back in my panties and the short house dress I had worn to the dining table. With a slow motion I pulled the dress up to my waist and opened my legs, my thighs parted and my pussy lips clenched. As I pressed two fingers over the cotton and rubbed my cunt, slowly at first
(Emily’s POV) I moaned into his mouth—soft at first, then louder when he squeezed my breasts. This man is making me lose my mind. “Emily,” he muttered against my lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” “Yes I do.” I reached down and gripped him through his swim trunks, squeezing the thick, hard length of his cock without patience. “I’ve felt you looking. I’ve touched myself thinking about this exact thing, you pushing me against a wall and taking what you want, fuck daddy, take me.” He yanked the wet bikini bottoms down my thighs. I stepped out of them. His hand slid between my legs and found me already dripping. He pushed two fingers into me without warning and I gasped, head tipping back against the tile. “Daddy…!Oh God…” He began fucking me with his fingers hard and deep, curling them, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit. “So tight, damn baby.” He increased his pace. “Ahmn!” The wet sounds were filthy in the small space. My moans got high
(Emily’s POV) Daniel rolled his tongue inside my clit. He didn’t just bury his face in my entrance, he licked me like he wanted to drown it all. I squirmed and gasped. I'm gonna lose my mind, and Yeah I want to. His tongue is driving my crazy, he bit my pussy lips before sucking them. "You smell so nice baby, so fucking nice!" his remarks made me even wetter. "Damn Daddy! Your tongue is so fucking...fuck!" Then he crawled up my body and sank into me again in one long, deep thrust. This time he fucked me slow. So slow. Every stroke dragged against every sensitive place inside me. I moaned continuously, soft and broken and completely gone for him. “Ahhh… yes… just like that… nngh…” “Moan for me.” “It feels so good…ahh…your cock feels so good daddy!” He kept the pace torturous, watching my face the whole time. “Please…Daddy let me come—” “Not yet.” “Please I need it—” my body shivering. “You’ll come when I say.” He fucked me like that for what felt like for
(Emily’s POV) I scrambled up on shaky legs and straddled him. He held his cock steady while I sank down onto it, inch by thick inch. The stretch made me moan the whole way down. “Mmmmmhh…you’re so big!” My pussy lips let out a shaky breath. Once I was fully seated I stayed still for a second, just feeling him pulse inside me. Then I started to move. Slow at first. Rolling my hips. Lifting up and sinking back down. Every time I took him deep a soft, throaty moan left me. “Ahh!!!nngh…yes…” His hands gripped my ass, helping me find a rhythm. I braced my palms on his chest and rode him harder, letting my head fall back. My moans got louder, freer. “Ohhh—Daniel—it feels so good—” “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on it. Let me hear you.” “I love riding your cock! I hope I'm doing it better than mommy!” I bounced faster. “Stop the comparison.” The wet slap of my cunt taking him filled the room. My tits bounced with every movement. He sat up suddenly, wrapped an arm aroun
Emily’s POV The first thing I learned about myself the very moment Daniel, my step daddy finally stopped holding back was that I wouldn't stop moaning like a shameless whore. I was loud. Filthy-loud. I became the girl who made noise without shame once she got what she wanted. And what I wanted was his cock—thick, deep, relentless—inside me for as long as the empty house would let us. That day, my blue dress was long gone, it lay in a wrinkled heap somewhere near the couch. I was naked on the living-room floor, on my hands and knees, while Daniel fucked me from behind with long, heavy strokes. “Fuck me like I'm not yours daddy!” I moaned, squeezing my breasts as he fucked me. "No, you're mine!" he replied and I nodded, as he continued fucking me like there's no tomorrow. “Yeah… just like that…!” “Oh my God… deeper… please…” his cock going deeper inside my wet cunt. One hand locked on my hip, the other fisted in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to make my ba







