LOGINThe final days before my parents returned were pure madness. We couldn't control ourselves -- we were addicted-- and I LOVED IT!. Damion stopped holding back completely. He became possessive in a way that scared and thrilled me at the same time. He would grab me whenever he wanted — in the kitchen making breakfast (saying I am his breakfast), on the stairs, even while I was doing laundry. He fucked me like he was claiming ownership of my body "My little baby girl has grown to become a woman" He would say. One night, he took me so brutally that I lost control. He had me bent over the dining table, pounding my pussy from behind with deep, savage strokes. His hand was wrapped tightly around my throat as he railed me. The pressure built so intensely that when I came, my whole body convulsed. I squirted hard, and then I couldn’t stop it--I started urinating, a hot stream gushing out of me while he kept fucking me through it. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, not slowing down for even
Uncle Damion stood beside the bed, breathing hard, his eyes burning with conflict as he stared down at me.I was still trembling from the orgasm he’d just given me with his fingers. My tiny tank top was pushed up over my breasts, my panties were soaked and pulled to the side, and my legs were still spread just for him--it was up to him now.He ran a hand over his face, jaw clenched tight.“This is so fuckin fucked up,” he muttered. “You’re my brother’s daughter. I’m supposed to be protecting you, not…”'Ruining me.' I thought to myselfHis voice trailed off.But I could see it, I saw the moment his resistance finally shattered.With a low, almost angry growl, Damion grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed. In one swift motion, he ripped my panties completely off and threw them across the room.“You want this so fucking bad?” he said, voice dark and dangerous. I nodded frantically, desperately “Then you’re going to get it. All of it.”He shoved his boxers down, fr
After Uncle Damion said those words in the hallway — “You have no idea how dangerous it is for me to be alone with you right now” — the air in the house changed completely. He tried to fight it. For the next two days, he kept more distance. He spent more time working on his laptop in the guest room. He went for long runs in the morning. When we were together, he was polite, almost formal. But I could feel his eyes on me constantly — heavy, hungry, and full of conflict. I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop myself. I had wanted Uncle Damion for years. Ever since I was fourteen and started noticing how his presence made my body feel warm and tingly. Now that I was eighteen and we were completely alone, something inside me had awakened. I wanted him. Badly. So I started pushing. I wore the tiniest clothes possible around the house. A white baby tee that barely covered my breasts and showed my underboob when I reached up. Tiny pink shorts that rode up my ass every time I bent over. I
*New Collection My parents had been planning this trip for months now. It was their 20th anniversary,, it is going to be two full weeks in Greece, just the two of them. At first, they were hesitant to leave me behind. I’m only eighteen, and this is the biggest house we’ve ever lived in. But I kept telling them I’d be fine. I’m about to start college in the fall, after all. I’m not a kid anymore. But still, they didn’t want to take any chances. So three days ago, during dinner, Mom casually dropped the idea: “What if your Uncle Damion stays with you while we’re gone?” The moment she said his name, something flicked in my mind. Uncle Damion. He’s my dad’s younger brother, forty years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and dark, intense eyes that always seem to see right through people--me to be specific. He’s been divorced for two years now, and ever since then, he’s carried this quiet, brooding energy that makes the whole place feel heavier whenever he’s
Lisa lay sprawled on her parents’ king-sized bed, legs still spread wide, pussy gaping and leaking a thick, creamy mess of four loads of cum. Her pussy a mess of cum and reckiness, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her eyes highed from the weed, whiskey, and nonstop fucking. Vince stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his still-hard cock, looking down at her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. “We’re not done, sweetheart,” he said with a cruel smile. “The whole night belongs to us now. Every fucking hole. Understand?” Lisa could barely speak, but she nodded weakly. Ray grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. “Say it, you little rich whore. Tell us whose holes these are tonight.” “They’re… yours,” she whispered hoarsely. Karl slapped her face leaving a red mark. “Louder!.” “They’re yours!” she cried out. Vince grinned. “Good girl. Now get on your back and spread those legs like the breeding slut you are.” They destroyed her for hours --
Vince pulled back from the kiss, his hand still gripping Lisa’s chin as he stared into her wide eyes.“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he repeated, voice low and rough. “We’ll make sure you enjoy paying the tip.”Before Lisa could respond, Ray suddenly stood up, grabbed the bottom of her thin tank top, and yanked it up over her head in one rough motion. Her full, bare breasts bounced free.“Fuck yes,” Ray growled, staring at her tits. “Look at these pretty young tits. Perfect.” He said with a winkLisa gasped and tried to cover herself, but Karl grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Vince wasted no time he hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts and panties and pulled them down her legs, leaving her completely naked on the couch between the three older men.“Stand up,” Vince ordered.When she hesitated, Ray slapped her ass hard. “You heard him, girl. Up.”Lisa stood up, shaky legs, completely exposed. The three men looked her up and down she was the new







