All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“Too much?” he asked, but his voice said he didn’t care.“No,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”He slapped my tit. Then the other. Light at first, then harder. My skin turned pink. I loved it. Loved this mean side of him. The one that didn’t treat me like a fragile stepdaughter.Marcus pulled out again and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He stood up and shoved his cock back in my mouth. I tasted myself all over him. He fucked my throat while his fingers plunged into my pussy. Three fingers stretching me wide.“Gonna film this soon,” he said, voice rough. “Show you how fucking pretty you look getting destroyed.”The words made me come again around his fingers. I squirted a little, soaking his hand and the sheets. He groaned and pulled his cock from my mouth.“Turn over. Face down, ass up high.”I obeyed. He spit on my pussy, then pushed back in. This time he went even harder. Brutal. Punishing. His hand fisted my hair and pressed my face into the mattress. The other hand spanked me nonsto

I did. I pressed my tongue against his asshole, licking and probing while he stroked his cock faster. He groaned low. His hand reached back and pressed my face harder between his cheeks.“Yeah, just like that. Rim Daddy’s ass like the nasty girl you are.”I kept going, tongue fucking his hole as best I could. My nose was buried there. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but hearing him groan made me so wet it dripped down my thighs onto the sheets.After a few minutes he pulled away and turned back around. His cock looked even harder, veins standing out. He shoved it back into my mouth without warning. This time he wrapped one hand around my throat while he fucked my face. He squeezed while thrusting deep. I choked and gagged around him. The pressure on my throat made everything feel more intense.“Feel that?” he said. “My cock in your throat while I choke you.”I moaned around him, eyes watering. He fucked my face faster, using my mouth like a toy. Spit flew everywhere. My jaw hurt.

The second the door clicked shut behind her, Marcus threw the blanket off us. He grabbed my legs, pushed them up to my chest, and fucked me like a machine. Hard. Brutal. The bed slammed against the wall.“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” he growled. “Coming on my cock while your mom was right here.”He slapped my ass hard even in that position. Then he slapped my tit. My skin turned red. He leaned over me and choked me again, hand tight around my neck while he destroyed my pussy.I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned loud. “Daddy— fuck— harder!”He gave it to me. His hips slammed down. Skin slapped skin. His balls hit my ass over and over. Sweat dripped from his chest onto me. He fucked me so rough my head hit the headboard.He flipped me over fast. Ass up, face down. He shoved back inside and went even deeper. One hand fisted my hair. The other spanked my ass red. Every slap made me clench tighter around him.“Take it,” he said. “Take Daddy’s cock like you were born for it.”I pushe

“Clean my cock. Taste how wet your pussy got for me.”She opened her mouth eager. I grabbed her head and fucked her throat. Brutal. No mercy. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She gagged loud but took it. Good girl. I pushed my balls into her mouth next, then made her lick my ass again while she fingered herself.“Deeper with that tongue,” I ordered.She pushed her tongue inside my hole. The feeling was nasty and hot. I stroked my cock fast over her face. Her eyes looked up at me, watery and hungry.I pulled her up after a while and bent her over the couch in the corner. The camera angle changed but I didn’t care. I just needed to fuck her more. I slammed back inside her pussy and went wild. Hard slaps. Hair pulling. Choking her from behind while I destroyed her.“You’re mine now,” I said between thrusts. “Not your mom’s good girl anymore. My personal fuck toy.”She came again, screaming. Her pussy squeezed me so tight I almost lost it. But I held back. I wanted more.I carried her

(This is a different storyline)MADISON; My hands were shaking so bad I had to hide them behind my back.I stood in the doorway of the living room, watching my mom completely fall apart on the big leather couch. She was crying so hard her shoulders jerked with every sob. Black mascara ran down her face in messy lines. She kept saying “I’m sorry” over and over, but the words were all broken and wet.Victor didn’t look sorry at all.He sat in the big armchair across from her like it was his throne. One leg crossed over the other, expensive black suit perfectly pressed, silver watch catching the light every time he moved his wrist. His salt-and-pepper hair was neat. His jaw was clean-shaven and sharp. And those eyes—dark, cold, and way too calm—were already on me.“Madison,” he said, voice low and rough like he’d smoked something expensive. “Come in. Close the door.”I didn’t want to. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around and run. But my feet moved anyway. The door clicked shut be