Semua Bab Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Thursday evening didn't bring any relief from the heat, just a heavy, pouring rain. By the time Sophia reached the church, the water had soaked through her white sundress, making it cling to her skin like a second layer. She didn't mind. She’d come prepared underneath the thin fabric, she was completely bare. No bra, no panties, just her skin already tingling with the thought of what was waiting inside.She headed straight for the rectory, the fabric of her dress rubbing against her hard nipples with every step.Father Gabriel was already there. He didn’t look up at first, but the second the door clicked shut behind her, the air in the room changed. He didn't waste time with a greeting or a prayer. He moved toward her like a man possessed, his large hands grabbing her waist and hoisting her onto his heavy oak desk.He hiked her dress up to her hips, exposing her. She was already slick, her body reacting to him before he even touched her."Open for me," he muttered, his voice rough and

Mia hadn't really lived the day. She had just existed through it, moving like a ghost through her own life while her mind stayed locked in the bedroom. Every time she sat down, she felt the faint, lingering ache in her hips, a physical reminder that the "dream" had been real. Between her legs, she still felt heavy and sensitive, the ghost of him refusing to fade.By the time 1:13 AM rolled around, the silence in the house had become deafening.She was already waiting, lying naked under the duvet, her skin humming with a nervous, desperate energy. When the air finally thickened and that familiar warmth rolled over her, she didn't even flinch. She just exhaled a breath she’d been holding since morning.Ethan didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The look in his eyes was enough—it was that raw, dark hunger that used to make her knees weak when he was alive. He stripped the covers back with one slow motion, exposing her to the cool night air before covering her with the heat of his own we

Sophia Bennett stood in the middle of their luxurious penthouse in downtown Seattle, staring at the man who looked exactly like her husband… but wasn’t.Marcus had created him three weeks ago.Her real husband, Marcus Bennett the 34-year-old tech billionaire who built an empire in artificial intelligence had become colder and more distant with every passing month. He worked 18-hour days, traveled constantly, and barely touched her anymore. Their sex life had almost disappeared.One night, after another silent dinner, Marcus had looked at her and said.“I know I’m failing you in bed. So I made something better. He looks like me. He feels like me. But he’ll never be too tired for you.”And now here “he” was.They called him Kai.Kai stood in front of her wearing one of Marcus’s black shirts, unbuttoned, showing off the same sculpted chest and abs. Same height. Same face. Same deep brown eyes. But there was something different in his gaze something hungry, intense, and completely focused

Her name is Emily.She was twenty-five, soft-spoken, with gentle green eyes and a quiet smile that never quite reached her eyes. My father married her two years ago, mostly because she was young and beautiful, and he liked the way she made him look successful. He was fifty-four, always traveling for business, and rarely home for more than a few days at a time.I was twenty-four. I lived in the guest house behind the main mansion. I told myself I stayed because it was convenient. The truth was more complicated.I noticed the way Emily looked at me when my father wasn’t around. The way her gaze lingered on my arms when I worked out by the pool. The way she blushed and looked away whenever I teased her. I noticed everything.One Thursday night, my father left for business on another two-week trip. The house felt different without him quieter, heavier with possibility.I was in the main kitchen around midnight, grabbing a bottle of water, when Emily walked in wearing nothing but an oversi

After she sucked me so good, I pulled Emily up and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. She was breathing hard, her body still trembling. I laid her gently on her back on my father’s bed and spread her legs wide.“Relax, baby,” I whispered, kissing down her stomach. “I want to taste you properly.”Emily’s hands gripped the sheets as I moved lower. I kissed her inner thighs first, teasing her, making her wait. She was already soaked, her pussy swollen and shiny from everything we’d done.When I finally put my mouth on her, she moaned loudly.I licked her slowly at first, dragging my tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She tasted sweet and a little salty a mix of her juices and my cum. I groaned against her, loving every bit of it.“Ryan…” she whimpered, her hips lifting toward my face.I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her open, and buried my tongue inside her. I fucked her with my tongue, pushing it in and out while my nose rubbed against her cl