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Elena.He drove his tongue deeper into my pussy, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed firmly against my asshole.Then I felt it—one thick finger pressing against my tight back entrance.He eased it in slowly, stretching my virgin ring as he continued devouring my pussy with raw hunger.That single finger sank further, curling gently inside my ass while his mouth worked my dripping folds.No more fingers—just that one thick, perfect digit pumping in perfect rhythm with his wicked tongue.He smeared his entire face across my ass and pussy, chin and cheeks glistening with my arousal. Low growls and groans vibrated against my skin as he pleasured both my holes with his mouth and finger.The pleasure built fast and dirty. My legs shook uncontrollably. “Daddy… oh fuck, yes… just like that…”“Now touch your clit, baby girl,” he ordered, his voice muffled against my soaked flesh.My hand shot between my legs instantly.I rubbed my swollen clit in desperate circles, the sensitive nub alrea

Elena. “Yours! God! I’m all yours!” I screamed, my body shaking violently as he drove into me without mercy. He fucked me like a wild animal against the wall—deep, forceful strokes that hit every sensitive spot deep inside me. My breasts bounced and scraped against the cool tile with every powerful thrust. I was absolutely soaking his cock, creaming messily around his thick shaft as he claimed me completely. Then, without warning, he lifted me effortlessly. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and thighs as he scooped me up. He sat down on the bathroom floor, back braced 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, greedy motion. The new angle made him feel even bigger, even deeper. “Ride me, baby girl,” he ordered, his hands gripping my hips firmly. I started rocking immediately, bouncing on his thick length. He thrust up hard to meet me, fucking me from below while I rode him w

Scarlett. That was all it took. A simple, polite greeting. But the moment her hand slipped from mine, my mind flooded with images from one of my favorite videos—two women starting out innocently enough as roommates before one slipped into the other’s bed, hands exploring everywhere, mouth diving between her thighs. The rest of the day passed in a busy blur. We helped Mia settle into the guest room—now hers—directly across the hall from mine. She stayed quiet, just as Mom had warned, answering questions with brief replies but always offering that gentle smile. David looked thrilled the entire time, clearly proud of his “girls” bonding so quickly. Mom prepared lasagna for dinner, and we gathered around the table like the perfect blended family. But I couldn’t stop staring. Every time Mia leaned forward for a bite, her breasts pressed against her sweater in a way that made them look so full and inviting. I pictured how they would feel in my palms—heavy, soft, nipples

Scarlett. “Mom,” I said, stacking the dirty dishes in the sink, “Mia is so… quiet. I’ve been trying to talk to her, you know? Really connect. But she just shuts down every time. It feels like she wants nothing to do with me.” Mom turned away from the fridge, where she was tucking away leftovers, and gave me that familiar reassuring smile she always used when I was overthinking everything. “Oh, honey, don’t worry so much. Mia’s had a hard time adjusting to all the changes. David says she’s always been the reserved type. She’ll warm up eventually. Just give her some space. You’re already doing great by making the effort.” I sighed, wiping my hands on a dish towel. “I guess. It still feels strange having a ‘sister’ who barely even looks at me.” Mom chuckled softly and reached into a shopping bag on the counter from her earlier errand. She pulled out a plush white bath towel, still neatly folded with the price tag attached. “Speaking of that, I need to give this to her. She me

Scarlett. Mia’s plump lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She speared a piece of steak with her fork, calm as ever, but her eyes flicked to mine for half a second—long enough for my pussy to throb so hard I had to cross my legs tightly under the table. “Actually, I’m bisexual,” she said evenly. “And right now I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I want a girlfriend.” Her eyes found mine again and held for another beat. My stomach flipped. Was I imagining the heat in that stare? The same heat I had seen when she was coming with that metal hose buried deep inside her? The table fell quiet for a moment. Mom blinked, then laughed like it was the most adorable thing she had ever heard. “Oh! Well, good for you, sweetheart. Exploring! That’s healthy.” But I was burning up. Girlfriend. The word echoed in my head while my mind painted vivid pictures of her saying it to me—her voice husky, breath hot against my ear as she pinned me to the shower wall and shoved that same hose