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I FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND DAD ๐Ÿ’ฆ ๐Ÿ’ฆ 22

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He didnโ€™t let me stay in control for long. His hands tightened on my waist, and he suddenly rolled us in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath him on the bed without ever pulling out. The new position drove him even deeper.

"Ahh..." I let out before I could know, and he covered my mouth immediately, muffling the rest of the cry against his palm. The warmth of his skin against my lips made the restriction feel strangely intimate.

โ€œShhh... Don't let her find out,โ€ he breathed against my ear, voi
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    For a split second I simply stared, imagining how big it would look when aroused. It was as if I was paused with a remote. Heat rushed up my neck and settled low in my stomach. A forbidden feeling I had never felt began to stir.โ€œSorry. Can I have it, Lucy?" He asked, bringing my mind back.I swallowed hard and forced my eyes up to his face. โ€œOhhhhh...sorry." My voice was a little thinner than I wanted. I picked the towel up from where it had fallen the rest of the way and handed it to him. He took it and secured it tighter this time, knotting it firmly at his hip. He continued fixing the light in silence as if nothing happened. I stood there holding the edge of the table, but my mind was already somewhere else.I've always loved him. He had taken care of me since I was small. He had been patient and kind through every difficult year. Seeing him like that should not have made my body react the way it did. But it did. A slow, forbidden fire I never knew was inside me had been lit, an

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friendย ย ย DON'T STOP DADDY! HARDER ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ˜ 1

    My name is Lucy, and I'm 19 years old. After months away from school, I finally came back home for a few weeks of holiday. The taxi pulled up in front of the familiar gate just after midday, the sun bright and the air warm against my skin. I stepped out carefully, pulling my two heavy luggage bags behind me. The wheels scraped against the rough ground as I dragged them toward the front door. My heart felt lighter with every step. I had missed this place more than I expected. The quiet street, the old gate, the smell of the plants my mother kept near the entrance. Before I could even knock, the door swung open. My mom stood there first, arms already wide, face bright with the kind of smile only a mother could give after a long separation. Behind her was my stepdad, taller, calmer, wearing a simple polo shirt and jeans. He looked the same as always. Calm with smiles on his face. The man who had raised me since I was little. He took good care of me as if I was his biological daughter.

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friendย ย ย Final

    At this point, my walls had become so sensitive that I was struggling to stay calm. I tried to push him away, but he only caught both of my wrists in one strong hand, locked them firmly behind my back, and kept slamming into me without slowing down. The new restraint left me completely open to him, my chest pressed into the mattress, my hips lifted high as he drove deeper with every hard stroke.The wet, heavy sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet room. Each impact was louder than the last. Fear gripped me. Mira was only a few doors away. If she woke up now, if she heard even one of those slapping sounds, everything would be over. I bit down hard on the pillow and tried to stay silent, but the way he held me and fucked me made it almost impossible. My body kept reacting and clenching tightly around him.Eventually he pulled out of me with a soft, wet sound. I turned onto my back, still breathing hard, body loose and oversensitive. He straddled my chest carefully, the

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friendย ย ย I FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND DAD ๐Ÿ’ฆ ๐Ÿ’ฆ 22

    He didnโ€™t let me stay in control for long. His hands tightened on my waist, and he suddenly rolled us in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath him on the bed without ever pulling out. The new position drove him even deeper. "Ahh..." I let out before I could know, and he covered my mouth immediately, muffling the rest of the cry against his palm. The warmth of his skin against my lips made the restriction feel strangely intimate.โ€œShhh... Don't let her find out,โ€ he breathed against my ear, voice low and controlled. โ€œYou have to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?โ€I nodded rapidly under his palm, but he didn't trust me. He began to fuck me in steady, powerful thrusts. His hand stayed over my mouth the entire time, catching every moan and turning it into a soft, muffled vibration against his skin. My legs wrapped around his waist as I tried to pull him even deeper. The bed barely made a sound under us. Every time he thrusts in, I felt a bright spark of pleasure that I had to swallow

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friendย ย ย I FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND DAD ๐Ÿ’ฆ ๐Ÿ’ฆ 21

    The hallway was dark and silent. Only a thin strip of moonlight came through the window at the far end, casting long shadows across the floor. When I reached his door, I stood there for a long second, breathing shallowly, one hand resting lightly on the wood. Part of me still couldnโ€™t believe I was actually doing this. The other part of me already knew I wasnโ€™t going to turn back. I knocked once, very softly. There was a short pause, then the quiet sound of movement on the other side. The door opened and his face appeared in the dim light from the hallway window. For a moment he simply looked at me, surprise flickering clearly across his face. His hair was slightly messy from the pillow. He was wearing only a pair of thin sleep shorts that did nothing to hide the shape of his dick. The sight of him standing there, half-asleep and already looking at me like that, ignited the fire in me. I didnโ€™t give him time to speak. I stepped inside, closed the door quietly behind me, and immedi

  • Addicted to My Father's Best Friendย ย ย I FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND DAD ๐Ÿ’ฆ ๐Ÿ’ฆ 20

    Mira came back just after nine. I heard the front door open downstairs and the soft click of her heels on the tiled floor. I had already taken dinner with her dad. I was in bed, scrolling through my phone.Soon, she pushed the door open, walked in, and closed it behind her. The beautiful dress she was wearing was slightly wrinkled but still elegant. Her handbag hung from one shoulder. Her hair was a little messy, and she carried the pleasant exhaustion of a long evening spent with her boyfriend. She set the handbag down by the wardrobe and stepped out of her heels with a quiet sigh.โ€œFuck, Iโ€™m so tired,โ€ she muttered, already reaching behind her to unzip the dress. "How was the date?" I asked, lifting my face from the phone.โ€œWe had a nice time together, but traffic coming back was crazy. I almost dozed off in the car.โ€I sat up a little against the headboard, keeping my expression soft and normal. โ€œWelcome back. You look beautiful even after all that. Your dad and I have taken our d

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