Cum For Me Mummy🌶️🌶️🌶️

Jake. “Go on your knees, Mummy,” I breathed slow and filthy right against her ear, the word dripping like honey and venom. “Take my fucking cock.”Her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine, but she didn’t move yet. I tightened my fist in her wet hair, just enough to sting.“You don’t fucking know how long I’ve been dying to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around me,” I growled, tugging her head back so her eyes met mine—wide, glassy, pupils blown. “Come on… do it. Worship my cock. Suck it like it’s your favorite candy.”A whimper slipped out of her, half protest, half surrender. I guided her down—gentle at first, then rougher—until her knees hit the floor with a soft thud. My left palm slapped the wall above her head; I leaned forward, towering over her, cock jutting heavy and angry inches from her lips.The head was already slick, precum beading at the slit, a thick string stretching as I dragged it across her cheek, smearing her skin. She gasped, lips parting on instin

Last Updated : 2025-11-18

Mummy Likes My Còck..🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Jake.As if my words were some dark spell unraveling her last thread of resistance or maybe it had just been too damn long since dad had touched her. Julie’s eyes glazed over with pure, shameless hunger. I never imagined I’d be balls-deep in my own stepmother, the woman my father had left warming his bed while he jetted off on another “business trip.” If he knew his precious wife was about to take her stepson’s cock in every greedy hole, he’d probably choke on his own ego. But right now, none of that mattered. I’d claimed her, and I was nowhere near finished.She scrambled onto the bed, flinging herself onto her back, thighs falling open so wide her knees almost touched the mattress on either side. Her pussy glistened, swollen and dripping, but her eyes were locked on my cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive.“You can’t wait to have my cock, Mummy, is that it?” I rasped, stalking to the edge of the bed, letting her drink in the sight of me stroking myself slow. “Yo

Last Updated : 2025-11-19

Your Pùssy Belongs To Me Mummy..🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Jake. I keep fucking her so rough and hard the headboard slams the wall like a battering ram, each thrust driving her forward until her tits scrape the mattress, nipples dragging raw. Her ass ripples with every impact, cheeks glowing red from my palms, and still she begs.“Please… let me cum… I can’t… harder… fuck me harder!”I fist her hair, yank her head back until her spine bows perfect, and spit—thick, hot—right across her cheek. It drips down her jaw as I rim her hole again, cockhead teasing the stretched ring, pushing just the crown in and out, torturing us both.“You don’t cum until I say,” I snarled, slamming deep in one brutal stroke. She screamed, the sound muffled into the sheets, pussy and ass clenching so tight I saw stars.My free hand shoots under her, grabbing both breasts through the soaked shirt—squeezing them together vicious, thumbs digging into nipples, twisting until she sobs. The fabric is ruined, coffee and sweat and her own slick, but I don’t care; I us

Last Updated : 2025-11-19

My Pùssy Wants The New Priest..🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Fiona. Getting into the convent was supposed to be my salvation, my clean slate, the place where every filthy thought would finally be starved out of me. I thought vows and silence and cold stone walls would kill the hunger. They didn’t. They made it worse.At first it was manageable. A quick squeeze of my thighs during morning prayer when the memory of some boy’s hand on my skin flashed uninvited. A sharp inhale when the scratchy wool habit brushed my nipples too roughly. I told myself it was residual sin, the last fumes of a life I’d left behind. Butthe fumes never cleared. They thickened, curled inside me like smoke, settling heavy between my legs until I ached constantly.By the third month I was sneaking into the supply closet at night, heart hammering, fingers trembling as I unwrapped the package I’d had delivered under a false name. The first vibrator was small, discreet, a pale pink lie I told myself was just for “relief.” I’d kneel on the hard wooden floor of my ce

Last Updated : 2025-11-20

He Wants Me On My Knees For Penance🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Fiona. The next day, Mass ended with the usual rustle of hymnals closing and footsteps echoing toward the doors. I lingered near the back pew, fingers twisting the cord of my rosary like it could anchor me. Everyone else filed out in quiet clusters, but my gaze stayed locked on Father Dean as he greeted the last parishioners at the entrance—handshakes, soft blessings, that warm smile that never quite reached the storm in his eyes when they found mine.Those ocean eyes. God, the way they pinned me across the nave felt indecent—like he was staring straight through my habit, past skin and bone, right into the slick heat pulsing between my thighs. My pussy clenched hard, a greedy, aching spasm that made my knees threaten to buckle. I hated myself for it, hated the rush of wetness that soaked my cotton panties the instant his gaze touched me, but I was already moving, drawn forward like a moth too stupid to fear the flame.I needed to be near him. Needed to feel what my body did when