All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Quin had come to an agreement with her inner mind that her stepdad’s cock was the sweetest and it knew just how well to dig her holes in the appropriate way.Two weeks at home and they had fucked more than ten times and in different locations in the house, except in their bedroom.She loved the feel of his dick everywhere in her body.In all of her holes.He was that good, he knew just how well to fuck those holes.Tonight after dinner, we were all seated in the sitting room watching Mummy's favorite family drama. He was seated in the middle while Mom was on his right, leaning into him while she was on his left.His arms over our shoulders.Anyone looking would see a sweet family.The stepfather, who loved his wife and spoils his daughter, the three people were united by the comfortable evening of each other's company. The lie was so well thought out and so well polished that it seemed a real diamond.A bottle of whiskey was standing on a low table in front of the sofa, in which the a

The momentum didn't break; the force hit both of them on the edge of the bed. Douglas let go of her wrist, then placed his hand between her shoulders, pushing her forward. Quin lost balance, her knees hitting the duvet, and she fell face-first to the mattress. The scent assaulted her senses right away, dried lavender and the musty, powdery aroma of Mummy's favorite perfume. She could feel its coating at the back of her throat, the complete opposite of the tangy aftertaste of the sex.Before she could react or do anything to save herself, Douglas was on top of her. He spread her legs apart, forcing his knees between them. The fabric of her skirt, that was already pushed up during their run to the bedroom, flew over her waist, revealing her naked ass. Quin heard the metallic sound of his buckle falling to the floor, he undid it the second they stepped through the threshold. There was no foreplay, no tender touches that could make it easier for her. Just the heat of his body touching her

The morning sun slowly began to seep through the thick curtains of their hotel room with the dull pain in Quin's lower part of her body as a reminder of the night they had spent together.Douglas lay sprawled on the bed with his body relaxed; his breaths were deep and steady.The blankets were a complete mess around their bodies.For a moment, she observed the rise and fall of his body, noticing the line of hair that started in his navel and ended with the part of his body, which was slightly hidden under the blanket. There was something restless about her, pushing aside the discomfort she was experiencing, and she wanted to have sex with him once again.Without making any noise, she slid down the bed, trying not to disturb her surroundings. Ducking under the heavy blanket, she felt how hot and sticky air was. It was full of their sweat and smells. She found his penis soft between his legs. It was hot to the touch; the veins on his flesh were clearly visible.She bent down to kiss his

Douglas pulled out his softened cock with a wet, heavy sound, a thick streak of their mixed release sliding down Quin’s inner thigh. He didn’t clean his hand or put his clothes back into place; instead, he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the shining silver cart not far from them. The cart squeaked a bit on the hotel carpet under his pulling."Breakfast," Douglas muttered, his voice still scratchy from the sex and exertion. He took a chilled champagne bottle from the bucket standing nearby, water sparkling on the bottle. He opened it with a sharp snap, and the cork shot into the wall of the room. He didn’t care about pouring the drink into the glass; he simply put the bottle to Quin’s mouth, making her choke on the fizzy liquid.She gulped down the cold and bitter champagne, choking on the bubbles, while the contrast between the cold champagne and her overheated and flushed skin seemed too sharp to her. Douglas watched her, and his expression darkened again. He picked up

Quin heard the metallic sound of the lever turning. Douglas stretched his arm past her body and took the handheld chrome shower nozzle, the bidet spray attached to the wall of the shower. He adjusted it, and the water sputtered before coming out in a focused, powerful stream.The sound of water was a harsh hiss. Quin flinched, expecting some kind of punishment from him, but Douglas didn't point the nozzle at her back or her shoulders. He held the nozzle very close to her skin, making the water cut sharply through the humid air, and pointed it directly at her pussy.The first spurt of water hit her clit hard. She cried out, her back arching, but Douglas held her down with his grip on her hips. The pressure was intense, a never-ending barrage that vibrated against the sensitive cluster of nerves. The bidet nuzzle did not provide a gentle massage; it was a focused stream of water, meant to punish her by forcing the orgasm out of her."Look at you," Douglas said in a mutter, his gaze fix