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“Now aren’t you a perfect little whore for Daddy?” he said, his voice dark and filthy as he smeared the melting ice cream all over my cunt with his fingers, rubbing it roughly against my clit.Then he dove back in.His tongue licked everywhere — long, messy, greedy strokes, lapping up the sweet vanilla mixed with my tangy cream. He sucked my clit hard again, then plunged his tongue back into my hole, fucking me with it while two thick fingers replaced his tongue, stretching me open roughly.“Fuck! Daddy — yes! Eat my pussy… eat all that messy cream… oh my God!” I screamed, my hips bucking wildly against his face. I was riding his tongue and fingers like a desperate slut, smearing the ice cream and my juices all over his handsome face.Roman growled against me, adding a third finger, stretching my tight cunt wider as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. His mouth stayed latched on my clit, sucking and licking without mercy while his fingers slammed into me, curling viciously against m

I could only gurgle and moan around his thickness.Spit gushing out of my mouth in thick strings every time he pulled back. He hit every corner of my throat, stretching me wide, making my eyes roll back. I was a drooling, gagging mess, but I loved every second.He suddenly pulled out, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. I gasped for air, coughing, but he didn’t give me long. He slapped his heavy, wet cock against my cheek a few times, then shoved it back down my throat.“Fùck… shit! Shit! Succh a talented little cocksucker you are.” he groaned, fucking my face harder. “Does Sheela know her best friend is on her knees gagging on her father’s dick like a cheap whore?”I shook my head desperately, moaning loudly around him. My hands stayed on his thighs, holding on as he used my throat. More spit poured down my chin, dripping onto my breasts and the floor. I was a complete wreck.Sweat running.My lips swollen.My throat bulging with every deep thrus

Chelsea.“Fuck! Fuck! Oh Daddy! Please harder! Harder Daddy… please… make me cum please… fuck me harder like I’m a bitch… like a fucking filthy whore!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I bounced desperately on his cock.My desperate begging seemed to snap something inside Roman. His eyes flashed with pure animal hunger. In one powerful motion, he sat up, still buried deep inside me, and lifted me like I weighed nothing. My hands flew around his neck, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried me across the kitchen.He spun me around and slammed my front against the cold wall beside the counter. The impact knocked the breath out of me, but before I could recover, he kicked my legs apart wider. One of his big hands pressed firmly against my stomach, forcing my back to arch and my ass to push out toward him.“You want Daddy’s cum, right?” he growled into my ear, his voice rough and dangerous. “You want me to fill this greedy little pussy up?”“Yes! Yes, Daddy—please!” I be

Lana.I haven’t been properly fucked.Even Matt, my boyfriend, tries. God knows he tries. Sometimes. But the violent, dirty throb between my legs disagrees with everything he offers. It’s like a bomb infused between my thighs, ticking louder with every passing day, ready to detonate if I don’t find a way to take the filthy edge off. The ache was constant, a deep, pulsing need that makes my clit swell and my pussy leak at the slightest trigger. I clenched my thighs together under the table, feeling the slick warmth of my arousal soaking through my panties, and it takes everything in me not to squirm visibly.It’s like something that overrides and overpowers every single flame inside me, making me clench my legs so hard my muscles tremble. An insatiable hunger ready to detonate if I refuse to do something and remain this innocent, faithful girl to my boyfriend, who’s always talking about how we’ll say our vows soon.But beneath this good girl facade, I was an insatiable, hungry,

Lana. I wasn’t drunk. I swear I wasn’t. But what I was about to do was a whole violation of any rational reasoning right now.But God, only his presence alone had already made me wet. I felt my panties were so soaked and sticky now, the warm slickness pressing against my folds with every step I took through the crowded bar.“I’m sorry,” I said, taking out a tissue from my small bag. I dropped it on the counter sink as I proceeded to face the stranger in front of me. He was towering over me, broad-shouldered and commanding, the kind of man who made my knees feel weak just by standing there.I could swear my saliva wasn’t going down my throat properly. My mouth felt dry, yet my pussy was the complete opposite — drenched and throbbing.“That’s okay. It was just an honest mistake. I’m sure you never meant to do that,” he said calmly, his deep voice sending a fresh pulse straight to my core.Even his voice was sharper, making me throb harder. Ignoring the tiny flames igniting insid