All Chapters of All… For My Daddies! : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Melia.My legs were trembling badly.My hands clenched the edge of the table so tightly my knuckles turned white as overwhelming hot, burning chills ran through every inch of my body. I should have been ashamed of myself. Yes. But no — God, what was shame when my pussy was screaming this badly? When it was throbbing so hard, clenching and leaking all over the table, begging to be filled and ruined again? My clit was swollen and sensitive, my walls fluttering desperately around nothing. If nothing was done soon, I was going to lose my mind completely.“Oh yes, Daddy… fuck… I love your tongue right there…” I cried out, my voice breaking into desperate, needy sobs.“Right there… please… harder… stick your tongue right into my cunt…” I begged, rocking my hips forward even as I had just cum. Another orgasm was already threatening to explode inside me like a detonating bomb, building hotter and tighter with every filthy lap of his tongue.My orgasm hit like a threat — sudden, violent,

Gina.I’d be a whore to be wanting my brother’s best friends. I swear I never imagined that I’d ever be fantasizing about Calvin and Elvis — my own brother’s friends.I had fingered myself, made myself cum to the memory of them so many times already. God, they were too handsome. Tall, built like athletes, with that cocky confidence that made my stomach flip and my pussy clench every single time I thought about them. Calvin especially — that sharp jawline, those intense eyes, and the way sweat had glistened on his abs that day. Elvis wasn’t any better, with his easy smile and that dangerous edge in his gaze. They were twenty-four, experienced, and completely off-limits. And I was just eighteen, freshly in college, still trying to figure out who I was.But my little filthy fantasy started in my first month into college.I had something to drop for Viktor, my brother. He had forgotten his meds again that morning, and Mom had practically shoved the bottle and some soup into my han

Gina.I sat at a corner in the house, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. There was a romance film playing on the TV, some couple kissing passionately on screen, but I couldn’t focus on it at all. All I could think about was spreading my legs just like the girl in the movie, imagining Calvin right between them, his mouth hot and hungry on my pussy. My thighs pressed together tightly under my short dress, trying to ease the constant throbbing, but it only made it worse. My panties were already damp again.God, I tried so hard to concentrate on the TV and not the way his cock was dangling a bit in those sweatpants, the thick outline shifting every time he moved. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat.Calvin walked back into the room. “Can I get you something? Maybe water or juice?”“Water,” I said quickly, my voice a little too high.“But um, Vik always said that his little sister likes mango juice,” he replied with a small smile.

Gina.I knew I was a good girl. A filthy, messy bitch in heat whose pussy only listened to these kinds of commands.I walked to the bed immediately as Calvin had instructed, my legs shaky but obedient. I lay on my back facing him, the direction he was standing. My short dress was already bunched around my waist, my panties still damp and clinging to my swollen folds.He watched me. Watched like he was hungry and starving for weeks. Watched like an animal preparing his prey before devouring it completely — eyes dark, breathing slow and controlled, every muscle in his body tense with restraint. His gaze burned over my spread thighs, my heaving chest, the way my nipples poked against the thin fabric of my dress. It made me feel exposed, wanted, and so fucking dirty all at once.I spread my legs even wider, curling my toes tightly at the edge of the bed, completely opening myself for him.“Take off your panties,” he commanded from where he stood, his voice low and rough.“I want to

He didn’t force it all at once. He pulled back a little, then rocked forward again, working that thick head in and out of the tight ring of muscle. Each shallow thrust made me cry out louder. Tears stung my eyes and spilled over. My legs trembled violently. The pain was sharp, but underneath it something else was starting to coil—heat, slickness, my body making room for him even as I sobbed.Bit by bit, with every careful thrust, more of him sank inside. My cunt stretched around the curved shaft, the swollen veins dragging against my walls. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against my ass, I was shaking so hard I thought I might collapse. He stayed buried there for a moment, letting me feel every thick inch pulsing inside me.Then he started to move.The first real thrust knocked the breath from my lungs. He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, deeper this time. The wet sound of my cunt taking him was obscene. My breasts rubbed against the sheets with every