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STEP DADDY’S LITTLE SECRET(3)

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-27 01:28:52

**Chapter 3: The Night He Finally Took What Was His**

The next day dragged on like torture wrapped in sunlight. I spent the morning by the pool trying to act normal, pretending the ache between my legs wasn’t still throbbing from Victor’s fingers the night before. My bikini was the tiniest one I owned, the black strings barely holding my breasts in place and the bottoms riding high on my ass. I knew he was watching from the kitchen window. I could feel his eyes on me every time I stretched ou
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    I woke up the next morning with Jake’s head between my thighs and his tongue buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. “Oh fuck… Jake,” I moaned, my voice hoarse from screaming his name all night. My back arched off the bed as he licked long, filthy strokes through my folds, sucking our mixed juices right out of me like it was his favorite breakfast. “Morning, Mrs. R,” he growled against my clit, two thick fingers sliding back into my sore, stretched hole. “Your pussy is still leaking my cum from last night. Such a dirty fucking MILF. You love waking up with your son’s best friend eating his own load out of you, don’t you?” “Yes… God, yes I do,” I whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and grinding my dripping cunt against his face. He sucked my swollen clit hard, fingers curling and stroking that spot that made my toes curl. I came fast and hard, thighs shaking around his head, squirting a little on his tongue while he moaned like a starving man. Jake crawled up my body, his mass

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    I didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, I kissed him harder, tongues tangled and desperate, while his thick fingers fucked in and out of my soaked pussy with wet, obscene sounds that mixed with the thunder. My robe hung open, breasts bouncing as I rode his hand like a slut in heat. Ryan growled against my mouth, curling those fingers deeper, stroking that perfect spot until my legs shook violently. “Fuck, Elena… you’re creaming all over my fingers,” he rasped, biting my lower lip. “This tight little cunt is mine tonight.” I came with a broken cry, walls clamping down hard around him, juices dripping down his wrist as lightning flashed across his face. The orgasm hit me like a storm itself—wave after wave of blinding pleasure that left me gasping, knees buckling. He didn’t give me time to recover. Ryan spun me around, shoved me against the cool glass wall, and yanked my robe all the way off. My thong was ripped down my legs in one brutal tug. I heard his sweatpants hit the floor, then

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