Semua Bab 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I bounced up and down on Daddy’s cock, my pussy stretching tight around his massive length, each movement sending shivers through me. My perky breasts brushed against his chiseled chest with every bounce, my nipples hardening as they grazed his skin. He groaned, catching one breast in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive nipple. “Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy.. Fuck!” I moaned, my hips rocking faster, the wet sounds of my pussy gripping his cock filling the car. My body slick with sweat, my pussy dripping down his shaft. “Fuck, these tits,” he growled, his lips locking around my nipple, sucking roughly, his tongue flicking the bud until it ached. My pussy clenched tighter, the sensation driving me wild as I bounced harder, taking him deeper, my juices soaking his balls. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm, his fingers digging into my skin, urging me to go faster. “Daddy… you feel so good,” I whimpered, my voice shaky, my body trembling as his coc

~~Molly~~ Mom, I’m skipping school today. Got a little headache,” I called out from the staircase, loud enough for her to hear in the kitchen—and for Jason upstairs to catch every word. I wasn’t just talking to Mom; I wanted him to know, hoping he’d skip work, leaving us alone in the house while she was gone. “Headache?” Mom stepped out of the kitchen, frowning. “Honey, you’ve got that test today for your city hospital internship. A headache can’t stop you.” Call me crazy, but I was ready to ditch the test, stay home, and get Jason to fuck me. My pussy throbbed at the thought, already wet from fantasizing about his cock inside me. “It got postponed,” I lied smoothly. “I’ve got another test this morning, so it’s all good.” “Well, I believe you. See you later.” She grabbed her bag from the couch, heading out. Minutes later, I heard her car leave the driveway. Jason was still upstairs, silent. Maybe he was getting ready for work—or stroking his cock again, moaning my

~~Molly~~ He carried me effortlessly, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, his thick cock still buried deep in my pussy, every step sending jolts through me as he walked to the bed. My arms clung to his neck, nails digging into his skin, my juices dripping down his shaft, coating his balls. The stretch was intense, his cock hitting spots that made me whimper with each bounce. He dropped onto the bed on his back, me straddling him, his dick never leaving my cunt, slamming deeper from the impact. I gasped, my pussy clenching around him, the fullness overwhelming. “Fuck me, baby… fuck me so hard,” he growled, his hands roaming my body, eyes locked on mine with raw hunger. His palms cupped my breasts, squeezing them rough and hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, making my nipples ache. He twisted them, pulling, his thumbs rubbing the buds until they hardened red. I moaned, grinding down on his cock, feeling it throb inside me. He curled his legs, toes clutc

The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us into this cramped hotel room that smells like stale rain and cheap carpet freshener. Britney’s small hand slips from mine as she darts toward the king bed, her rain-dampened curls bouncing. The space is tight—a single bed dominating the center, and a tiny bathroom door ajar. Roland drops his bag with a thud, his presence already filling every corner, his wet shirt clinging to his chest in a way that outlines muscles I shouldn’t notice. My heart hammers, not just from the storm outside, but from the storm brewing in my veins. God, why does he have to look like that? All brooding intensity, with eyes that linger too long. “Are we going to be sleeping in the same bed?” Britney blurts out suddenly, climbing onto the mattress and kicking off her shoes, her innocent curiosity slicing through the tension like a knife. I freeze, heat creeping up my neck. “Um… no, sweetie. Just the two of us. Your Uncle Roland will be on the floo

~~Arlene~~ I glance at Britney, still curled up asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling, oblivious to the sin unfolding inches away. Poor sweet girl, dreaming while I’m fucking her uncle Roland in the same bed she’s sleeping in. Roland leans closer, his lips grazing my neck, hot and deliberate. I tilt my head instinctively, offering more skin, and he takes it, dragging his mouth along my pulse, then up to my earlobe. His tongue rolls into it, wet and teasing, sending a shiver straight to my core. “Ahhhh…” A low moan slips out before I can stop it, my body trembling as I turn to kiss him. I miss his lips, catching his cheek instead, kissing hungrily across the rough stubble, down to his neck, tasting salt and rain. My hands roam wild, slipping under his shirt, fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, tracing his spine. I claw at him, desperate, then slide my hands lower, past his waistband, cupping his firm ass, squeezing as I pull him closer. His bulge