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Dominated by my son bullys

Autor: F. Ammy
last update Data de publicação: 2025-10-28 15:11:13

Catherine was curled on the couch as the television played in front of her. The late afternoon air was quiet and soft, broken only by the faint chatter of the show she had barely been paying attention to. Suddenly, the front door clicked open.

She turned her head instinctively to check who was coming in. The moment she saw Orton, her son, her heart stopped.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Orton had bruises on his cheekbone and a cut near his lip, and he was carrying himself as though every muscl
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  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friend   I FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND DAD 💦 💦 11

    This time, his breathing changed completely. It became heavy, ragged, and shallow, the kind of breathing a man makes when he is fighting himself and losing. His hands began to tremble slightly, his fingers slipping clumsily over the lotion as if the simple act of massaging my thigh had suddenly become too much for him to manage. He was finding it difficult to keep any rhythm at all. His focus was entirely shattered by the sight of the damp patch on my panties, the obvious proof of how wet I had become under his touch.“Is it still hurting you?” he asked, his voice suddenly thick and strained. He was clearly searching for any excuse to pull his hands away and leave before things went too far. Mira was still right behind us, which made the whole moment dangerously risky.“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, dropping my voice into a soft, needy tone. “I’m not okay yet. It still feels tight right there. I want you to massage me more. Please don’t stop.”He swallowed hard. I watched the thick movem

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friend   I FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND DAD 💦 💦 10

    "Are you sure of what you are saying?" He asked in a low, careful murmur."Yeah," I replied, looking directly into his eyes, holding his gaze pleadingly while I breathed hard. My chest rose and fell in a shallow, uneven rhythm, and I knew I couldn't hide how much his presence was affecting me.He stared at me for a long beat before he gave a small sigh. "Anything for my daughter's best friend."He shifted closer on the couch and lifted my leg onto his lap so gently as if it might break."Tell me if it hurts," he said."I will," I replied.His fingers traced higher, the rough, warm skin of his palms sliding past my knee and under the hem of my skirt. The sheer anticipation made my muscles melt. I let my head tip back, and a shaky breath left me before I could stop it."Too much pressure?" he asked."No," I said, too quickly. "It's... good. Don't stop."His eyes flicked to mine and held for half a second, then dropped back to my leg.Without really deciding to, I parted my legs a little

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friend   I fucked my best friend Dad 💦 💦 9

    The moment Mira rushed upstairs to get the lotion, the entire atmosphere in the living room shifted instantly, growing noticeably heavier and far more intimate. The distant hum of the air conditioner faded into the background, leaving only the sound of our breathing. He looked up at me, his fingers flexing slightly against the bare skin of my upper leg, resting there with an easy, natural authority."Don't worry, Lily. I will make sure every single bit of the pain goes away," he said, his voice dipping into a low, smooth tone. A warm, comforting smile spread over his lips."You are far too pretty to get hurt." He added gently.Hearing those sweet, tender words come from his lips now didn't make me feel like a child at all. Instead, it only made the current situation feel ten times more intense, striking a dangerous, thrilling chord deep inside me. He continued to rub his broad thumb in slow, hypnotic circles around the bruised area.My pulse pounded in my ears, and every tiny movement

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friend   I fucked my best friend Dad 💦 8

    Mira noticed the strained expression on my face and immediately turned to her dad. "Dad, please be gentle with her. I think you are hurting her more than helping!"She genuinely believed the massage was causing me unbearable pain, completely oblivious to the fact that I was fighting a desperate, losing battle inside just to keep myself from moaning out loud. Every squeeze of his fingers was sending an electric pulse straight between my legs."I don't think so." Her father said calmly, knowing he was doing a perfect job. But to be certain, he slowed the movements of his large hands and slowly looked up from my bare thigh up to my face, locking his eyes on me. "Am I hurting you, Lily? Am I being too hard on you?""No, sir," I managed to reply, my voice coming out much softer and breathier than I intended."Are you sure?" Mira pressed, still judging by the look on my face. "You look so tense!"Only if she knew the kind of battle I was fighting inside of me. Only if she knew the effect of

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friend   I fucked my best friend Dad 7

    She was just about to turn around and head up the stairs to his room when her dad showed up in the hallway. He was wearing only a pair of white cotton shorts, completely shirtless as usual, looking like someone who had just rushed right out of the bathroom the second he heard the commotion."Lily! What on earth happened?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a wave of immediate concern as he hurried over to the living room.His dark hair was still dripping wet, with small droplets of water sliding down his neck, running over his broad, chiseled chest, and disappearing past the waistband of his shorts."My leg hurts so much. I slipped on the wet floor and hit my thigh against the corner of the couch," I explained, wincing softly as I shifted slightly on the plush cushions. I carefully stretched my legs out, lying down flat and resting my head against the raised armrest of the sofa.Truth be told, at this exact moment, the initial sharp, blinding sting was already beginning to die down, se

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friend   I fucked my best friend Dad 6

    I picked out a fitted, off-the-shoulder floral sundress that hugged my waist in all the right places, while Mira opted for a chic, tailored two-piece set. We spent the next twenty minutes, doing our makeup in front of her bright vanity mirror, gossiping, laughing, and curling our hair until we both looked like we belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine.When we finally finished touching up our gloss, we grabbed our handbags and glided down the staircase toward the living room. Sitting on one of the plush velvet sofas was Mira’s father, casually flipping through a business journal. He looked up from the seat and glanced at us."Where are my two gorgeous girls heading off to looking so pretty?" He asked with a casual smile.Mira stepped forward, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "We're heading out to the mall to get some things.""Shopping?" he asked."Yes, Dad. Lily and I need to pick up a few things."Her father chuckled, set his journal aside, and reached out for his phone. "

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