Watch Me Explode, Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

They didn’t stay gentle for long. Theo claimed her from behind first, sliding into her soaked pussy with one powerful thrust, his hips slapping wetly against her ass. Marcus filled her mouth again, fucking her face in rhythm. Riley watched, stroking himself, before they repositioned her. Double penetration came next—Theo buried deep in her pussy while Riley slowly worked his enormous cock into her tight ass, stretching her to the limit in the most exquisite, overwhelming fullness. Evelyn moaned around Marcus’s cock, tears of pleasure streaming down her face as they moved in sync, filling her completely. Juices squirted with every thrust, coating their thighs and the floor beneath them.Hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers tangled in her hair, praises and filthy groans filling the room. “Such a greedy little slut for us,” Marcus growled. She came harder than ever before—shaking, squirting, vision whiting out—wave after wave crashing over her as they used her beautifull

Her pussy still throbbed with unmet need as she smoothed lotion over her long, nicely tanned legs and soft feet. She was so fucking horny, but time was slipping away. She slipped into sensible kitten-heel pumps, twisted her long blonde hair into a severe, professional bun, and applied light, flawless makeup.“Better to keep this out of the way during the meeting,” she thought.Monica May hurried to the garage, hopped into her car, and sped off. Barry had already left for the warehouse compound downtown, while her destination—the sleek main offices of Wade Industries—was much closer.The moment she arrived, she dove straight into work. As Phillip Wade’s personal secretary, everything had to be perfect: reports printed and organized, fresh coffee brewing, and the breakfast catering elegantly arranged. Last week’s meeting had gone flawlessly, earning her genuine praise from her boss. This week, she was determined to shine even brighter.It didn’t take long to get everything set up. Check

Monica May didn’t catch the mockery. “Well, to be honest, Phillip—Barry and I have done threesomes before. But only with another woman. He promised we’d try one with a man, but it never happened.”She couldn’t deny the blazing attraction to her boss, but guilt would eat her alive if she didn’t tell Barry. Their dynamic would shift forever.Phillip was stunned. He had almost forgotten her husband was Barry from accounting—a solid employee, sure, but hardly the kind of man who deserved a goddess like Monica May. Why was this buxom blonde so loyal to him?“Would you want me to join you and your husband in a threesome?” he asked directly.The hungry look in her eyes said everything.“Can you make him agree?” she whispered, her pussy growing slick again at the thought.“Well, can you?” Phillip pressed.A sexy, mischievous smile curved her lips. “I think I can… but I’ll need your help.”Phillip sank into his executive chair. “Spill it.”Monica May laid out the truth: Barry’s clever embezzle

“So fucking tight and wet for me, baby,” Phillip groaned deeply, his voice thick with raw desire as he gripped Monica May’s hips firmly beneath her skirt. The sensation of her slick walls clenching around his throbbing cock sent waves of pleasure surging through him with every subtle movement of the car.“Barry,” Phillip called hoarsely from the backseat, his breath ragged. “Hurry up or Kenji will miss his flight.”“I’m on it!” Barry replied, his hands steady on the wheel despite the heated scene unfolding behind him. He weaved skillfully through the bustling traffic, stealing heated glances in the rearview mirror at his wife impaled on Phillip’s thick length. The sight made his own arousal strain painfully against his pants.“Slow down, you greedy little slut,” Phillip teased Monica May with a wicked grin, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She deliberately rocked her hips in slow, torturous circles, edging them both deliciously while keeping his cock buried deep and throbbing

I kept guiding m horse around again, in tight circles, again and again, trying to hit that damned ball. But I never did. The mallet struck too high or too low or too far to one side. I’m really impressed by the Captain like this, I told myself each time, trying hard to fight the blush of shame and embarrassment that colored my cheeks.To my surprise, as I dismounted, the Captain said, “You’ve got a good seat and you ride well. But you can’t hit the ball for shit. Meet me in the practice room at the gym tomorrow at 6:30.”My heart was beating so hard and loud I couldn’t hear my own reply. I must’ve mumbled something. He hadn’t offered anyone else a private lesson, so he must actually see something in me. My cock felt pinched in my jockeys again. I wanted to climb up into the hayloft and jerk off, but I didn’t know how to get up there yet. I went into the bathroom instead. My hand was covered with grime and horsehair but I didn’t care. I fisted my stiff cock until I came, whispering “Al