Alle Kapitel von All… For My Daddies! : Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Bianca.Who said uncles can’t take care of their nieces?Who said uncles can’t make their nieces wet just by existing in the same room? Who said uncles can’t turn innocent family dinners into something filthy and forbidden with just a single glance or a brush of skin? Who said family love has to stay pure when the heat between thighs says otherwise? And who the hell decided that blood should stop the kind of hunger that makes you throb for hours?Mummy and Daddy didn’t even talk about going to church that very day anymore. They probably forgot about it. All we had done was talk, laugh, and eat every single thing Mum prepared, while the side of my thighs — the part where my dress rode up because I sat down — brushed against Uncle Noah.The bare skin of my thigh kept pressing against his leg under the table. Every time I shifted, even slightly, my soft flesh rubbed against the hard muscle of his thigh. I was soaked. My pussy was throbbing so violently I could feel my heartbeat between m

Bianca. Fuck. His mouth claimed mine in a hungry, devouring kiss that stole the air from my lungs. His lips were hot and demanding, pressing hard against me as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth, tangling with mine in a slick, urgent dance. The kiss was nothing like the gentle ones I had imagined in my fantasies. It was possessive, his tongue stroking against mine in a filthy rhythm that made my knees weak. He tasted like mint and pure man, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding up his bare chest, feeling the hard muscle tense under my fingers.I moaned into him, my body melting under the intensity, my fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders as the world narrowed to just this—the wet heat of his tongue fucking my mouth like he already owned me.I writhed against him, hips twisting and back arching as the kiss grew deeper, filthier. That’s when Noah’s towel slipped from his waist and fell to the floor with a soft thud. His thick cock sprang free, slapping hot a

He thrust his tongue harder into my cunt, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed against my asshole. Then I felt it—one thick finger pressing against my ass. He worked it in slowly, just one, stretching my tight ring as he continued eating my pussy like a man possessed. That single finger sank deeper, curling gently inside my ass while his mouth devoured my cunt. No more fingers—just that one, thick and perfect, pumping in rhythm with his wicked tongue.He was smearing his entire face across my ass and pussy, chin and cheeks shiny with my juices, growling and groaning into me as he fucked both my holes with his mouth and finger.The pleasure built fast and filthy. My legs shook. “Daddy… oh fuck, yes… just like that…”“Now touch your clit, baby girl,” he commanded, his voice muffled against my soaked flesh.My hand flew between my legs. I rubbed my swollen clit in frantic circles, the sensitive bundle of nerves already pulsing. The dual sensation—his tongue fucking my pussy, th

“Yours! God! I’m all yours!” I screamed, my body shaking as he drove into me relentlessly.He fucked me like an animal against the wall—deep, powerful strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. My breasts bounced and scraped against the tile with every thrust. I was soaking his cock, creaming around his thick shaft as he claimed me completely.Then, without warning, he scooped me up. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and thighs as he lifted me effortlessly. He sat down on the bathroom floor, back against the wall, and pulled me onto his lap facing away from him. I straddled him, sinking back down onto his cock in one smooth motion. The new angle made him feel even bigger, deeper.“Ride me, baby girl,” he ordered, hands gripping my hips.I rocked my hips immediately, bouncing on his thick length. He thrust up hard to meet me, fucking me from below while I rode him like my life depended on it. The position let him hit even deeper spots inside my dripping cunt. My ass slap

April. That was it. A simple, polite exchange. But as she pulled away, my mind flashed to one of my favorite videos, where two women started innocently enough, sharing a room, before one climbed into the other's bed, hands roaming, mouth crashing onto her pussy.The rest of the day was a whirlwind. We helped Bella unpack in the guest room—now her room—right across the hall from mine.She was quiet, like Mom said, answering questions with short sentences but always with that soft smile. Richard beamed the whole time, proud of his "girls" getting along. Mom made lasagna for dinner, and we sat around the table like a picture-perfect blended family.But I couldn't stop staring. Every time Bella leaned forward to take a bite, her tits strained against her sweater that did nothing to hide how juicy they looked.I imagined how they'd feel in my hands, soft and heavy, nipples hardening under my thumbs.Her lips wrapped around her fork, sucking off a bit of sauce, and I imagined them on