All Chapters of 69 Positions; Make Me Cum Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sloan. He kept pounding into my spasming pussy, eyes locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over.“Fuck, you feel incredible when you cum,” he groaned. “So tight… so wet. I’m not pulling out, Sloan. I’m going to fill this neglected pussy until it’s dripping with my cum. You want that, don’t you? Want your husband’s best friend to fuck you right here on this table?”“Yes… fill me,” I moaned, still riding the aftershocks. “Cum inside me, Norman. Please. I need it.”He thrust harder, deeper, losing control as his own orgasm built. His grip on my hips turned almost bruising, the table shaking beneath us.“That’s my good girl,” he rasped, voice strained. “Take every drop. This pussy is mine now.”With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. I felt every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me into another smaller climax, milking him for everything he had.His cum dripped fr

Gina. I stepped onto the golf course, the sun warm on my skin, making me even hungrier. The field was almost empty, which only made my pulse race faster. I started arranging the balls and clubs, bending over again and again so the tiny skirt rode up my ass with every movement.“Are you new here?”The smooth, deep voice sent electricity straight down my spine. I straightened and turned around. A tall, incredibly fit man stood there with his golf bag, wearing white pants that hugged powerful thighs and did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. Brown hair, baby-blue eyes, and a body that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover instead of a golf course. If these were the “forties” Lissa had mentioned, then forty had never looked this fucking good.“Um…” I stuttered, my thighs clenching hard as fresh heat flooded between my legs.He smiled, slow and knowing. “Are you here to play?”“Nope… I mean, I’m here to work. I’m filling in for a friend,” I managed.“Oh, I though

Gina. I had only sucked two cocks so far — Brad and Kade, and my mouth was already a sloppy, drooling mess. But James and Ivan were done waiting. They stepped forward, hungry and impatient, while Kade and Brad gave them room. Their thick cocks bobbed heavily in front of my face, veins pulsing, heads shiny with precum.“Did you think you were done, princess?” James growled, stroking his fat cock and aiming it right at my swollen lips. “Open that filthy mouth.”“You’re such a mess already,” Ivan added, voice low and rough. “A dirty little whore on her knees in the grass. Come here and start sucking, you greedy slut.”I didn’t flinch. Their degrading words only made my pussy throb harder. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted rough. I wanted to be used until I couldn’t think.I leaned forward and took James first. His cock was darker than the others, thick and heavy, the fat head stretching my lips wide the second I wrapped them around him. He was so thick my jaw ached instantly, b

Gina. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing my tight little hole. He spat directly onto it, rubbing the warm saliva around my puckered entrance with his thumb.“Relax, slut,” Ivan growled, pushing one finger inside my ass, then two, scissoring me open while Brad kept slowly grinding up into my pussy. “You’re going to take both of us. Every hole getting fucked just like you wanted.”I whimpered loudly around nothing — Ivan had pulled out of my mouth so he could focus. Brad reached up and pinched my nipples hard, making me cry out.“Do it,” I begged, voice hoarse and broken. “Please — fuck my ass. God, yes… fuck my Fùcking hole. I want both cocks inside me. Stretch me open. Ruin me.”Ivan added more spit, working three fingers into my tight ring, pumping them in and out while Brad’s thick cock kept my pussy full and dripping. The pressure was intense, overwhelming, but the pleasure was even stronger.“Oh shit… you like that, princess?” Ivan asked, pressing the fat h

Mia.God, I loved David. I’d loved him from the very first second Mommy sent me those pictures — the ones of her smiling up at this tall, broad-shouldered man like he hung the moon. The caption said she was marrying him. That made him my stepdaddy.And fuck… my pussy had clenched so many times just thinking about that word.He was forty-eight. Handsome in that devastating, grown-man way that made my thighs press together every single time his face crossed my mind. Salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jaw, deep voice that sounded like sin even through a phone speaker. He was the same age as my real dad, and that should have made him off-limits. Forbidden. Wrong.But it only made me wetter.Tell me why I craved the one man I was never supposed to want. Tell me why I slipped three fingers into my dripping cunt almost every night, fucking myself like a desperate little whore to the thought of my mother’s new husband. My pussy throbbed so hard some nights I felt like I was burning alive,