"Oh Yes, Daddy" (A Spicy Erotica Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Angel had woken up feeling weak and dizzy, and her overprotective men, had avoided all her advances and seduces.It was driving her nuts because all Abe wanted was to be impaled by a hard cock over and over and over, and yet, the possessors of those hard cocks were treating her like a sick egg.She waited until Andrew had stepped out of the house before she ambushed Franklin. He would not say no to her especially when Andrew was not around to weigh in on his decisions. She knew he was horny too. And if she played this right, she would be getting more than one cock tonight. Angel strolled towards Franklin who was laying on the bed, nodding off slowly. She considered beating about the bush, but decided to hit the nail on the head once and for all. “I need you. I want to make love. I feel fine, Franklin. Don't make me beg to be fuc*ked like this.” She reached over and took his cock in her hand and gently squeezed.Franklin reacted immediately. He rolled on top of her and kissed her.

Angel started to feel much better. She was right after all... A little dick movement was all she needed.But they still refused to let her even clean the kitchen. Franklin took it up completely. Cooking and cleaning, while letting her lay down quietly on the sofa. Franklin walked back in from cleaning up the kitchen and sat down next to her. He hugged her and gave her a quick kiss. “Hmm, that wasn’t much of a kiss.”“Uh-oh. Has that insatiable period already started?”“We could find out.”Franklin leaned in and took her mouth in a much more satisfying kiss. His lips sipped at hers before thrusting his tongue inside next to hers. They rubbed along each other before he started moving it in and out of her mouth as if he was fucking her. She moaned and wrapped her arms tighter around him, spearing his hair with her fingers. “We should go upstairs,” Franklin said against her lips.“What’s wrong with right here?”“The couch is too narrow. I don’t want either of us to fall off.”“How abo

"Do you think I'm pregnant?" Angel said as she looked at her swollen breasts in the mirror. "Why do you ask darling?" Andrew said from his position on the bed. "Well, don't they look bigger to you?" She said, pointing to her girlies bouncing on her chest."I don't know darling, I can't know just by looking. You need to hold them, squeeze them, suck them...thats how I'll know" Andrew said while staring at her breasts with lustful, hooded eyes. It took a lot of convincing for Angel to finally run a pregnancy test. And to everyone's surprise, it was positive.Angel could not wrap her head around it. Not only was she pregnant, she also did not know who was the father of the child.What the fuck was she supposed to do? What if her men became jealous or started to hate each other when they could not confirm who had truly fathered her child?Angel's mood was very down after the pregnancy revelation. It was so obvious, even her men noticed and tried to cheer her up.When she told them of h

“Three fingers, Franklin.”“She’s ready, Andrew. Do it.”He pulled his fingers free of her anus and lubed up his cock before fitting it at the tight rosette. He pressed forward and pain filled her senses as he pushed past the resistant ring with his cockhead. “Christ, Franklin. I wish you could see this. Her ass is flowering back for me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”Angel tried to relax, but the pressure began to morph into something more. She pushed back and he popped inside of her. Nerve endings flared to life as he pushed further inside her back entrance. He surged forward until he was balls deep inside her. She felt them slap at her pussy. “Oh, God. It’s too much. You’ve got to move. Someone move. I need you to move!” She panted out the chant over and over until they began to tunnel in and out of her in tandem. When one entered, the other pulled back. The nerves in her ass sparked until she had a fire in her pussy and her ass. With both of them inside her and rubb

I love my dog because my life is honestly pretty boring. I’m Margot Morgan, age twenty-five year old with a boring job and a boring life. Broke and ready to fall into the hands of a sugar daddy who would take care of all my student loans and expand my failing nail business. Even more, I’ve been doing something that I’m a little bit ashamed of. Sometimes when I’m really hungry, I go onto one of the dating websites and check my profile. I’m not active on these sites, but I keep a photo and a bio up just in case Mr. Right is out there. I scan through my Inbox as my stomach growls and sometimes, I pick a man to have dinner with. Isn’t that so awful? Honestly though, hunger can make you do anything and sometimes, I just need a square meal. On certain nights, a frozen burrito isn’t enough anymore, and I need someone else to pay for the calories I’m lacking. It’s a terrible use of these dating websites, but again, hunger will make you do anything. So here I am on a Tues