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He buried himself deep one last time and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside me. I felt every spurt, filling me up until it started leaking out around his cock and running down my inner thighs in warm, messy streams. He stayed pressed against me, cock still twitching deep inside, breathing heavy against my neck. His hand was still between my legs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit while I came down.After a minute he pulled out slow. His cum dripped out of me in thick streams, running down my thighs and dripping onto the shower floor. The sight of it made my pussy clench again even though I was still sensitive. He turned me around gently, hands soft now on my waist, and kissed me—soft at first, tasting the mix of us on my lips, then deeper and hungrier. His tongue slid against mine while his hands roamed over my wet skin.“We’re not done yet,” he said against my lips, voice low and full of promise. His cock was still half-hard between us, wet with everything. “ Daddy wants to watch

“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, hands sliding up to squeeze my tits. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rolling them and tugging just enough to make me moan. “Look at you riding daddy’s cock. So fucking pretty. Your pussy is dripping all over me, leaking my cum down my balls. I can feel how creamy you are. Keep going, baby girl. Ride it faster. I want to feel you squeeze me with that tight cunt.”I did. I increased my pace, bouncing on him now, taking him deep every time I dropped down. My head fell back as the pleasure built again, heavy and hot in my belly. Every time I sank down I felt him hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl and my thighs shake. I could hear myself moaning, soft at first then louder, could feel sweat starting to form on my skin even though we were still damp from the shower. My thighs were burning from the effort but I didn’t care. I kept riding him, grinding down on every downstroke so my clit rubbed against the base of his cock. The sheets

Matteo’s voice stayed steady, but I could feel the tension in his body. His hand tightened in my hair. “Yeah, she’s doing fine. Settling in okay. We’ve just been… relaxing today.”I moaned softly around his cock again, letting the sound vibrate through him. He sucked in a breath through his teeth but kept talking.“Mm-hmm. Dinner’s almost ready. Nothing fancy, just something simple.” His hips gave a tiny thrust forward, pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I gagged softly but didn’t pull back. I sucked harder instead, hollowing my cheeks.He glanced down at me again, eyes burning. His voice dropped a little lower when he spoke into the phone. “She’s right here actually. Yeah, she’s… keeping me company while I cook.”I pulled back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head, licking up the precum that was leaking out. Then I took him back in, sucking with slow, wet strokes. My hand pumped the base while my mouth worked the rest. I could hear Sophie’s voice faintly through

He slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop. One hand slid up my back, pressing me down harder against the counter so my cheek stayed flat against the cool surface. His other hand gripped my hip tight.“You sure, baby girl?” he asked, voice rough but careful, like he was holding himself back. “Your ass needs preparation. My cock is huge. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll only fuck you with the tip at first. Just the head. Nice and slow. You let me know if it gets too much, okay? You tell daddy if it hurts.”I moaned at his words, my pussy clenching hard around his cock. The idea of it—of him being so careful but still so dirty—made me even wetter. “Yes, daddy. I’m sure. I want it. Just the tip… please.”He pulled out of my pussy slow, his cock glistening and shiny with my juices and the cum he’d already put in me. I felt empty for a second, my pussy fluttering around nothing. Then he spit right on my asshole—warm, wet spit dripping down over the tight hole. He rubbed the thick head of his cock

Lucas’s hand on my belly slid a little lower, fingers brushing the top of my skirt. Not quite under it yet, but close. His thumb stroked slow circles against my skin, just above the waistband. “Keep squirming like that and I’m gonna have to do something about it,” he murmured, voice dark and teasing. “You feel how hard you’re making me? ”I bit my lip, trying to stay still, but my body had other ideas. Another slow rock of my hips, and I felt him throb harder against me. The friction sent a spark of pleasure straight through my core. My cheeks burned hotter. I hated him for this—for making me want things I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t stop the way my pussy clenched, empty and aching, or the way more wetness soaked into my panties.He nipped lightly at my earlobe again, teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver. “Tell me you feel it,” he whispered. “Tell me you like sitting on your stepbrother’s cock while Mom’s right there.”I didn’t answer with words. Couldn’t. I just rocked my hips o