The end came faster than either of them expected.They had grown reckless. Late one afternoon, with Emma supposedly out for a long run, Joseph had Stella bent over the arm of the living room couch, her sundress rucked up around her waist. He was buried deep inside her, thrusting with slow, powerful strokes while his hand fisted in her hair.“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, voice rough. “This pussy was made for me.”Stella moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Harder, Joseph. Please…”The front door opened.“Dad? Stella? I forgot my…” Emma’s voice cut off with a sharp gasp.Joseph pulled out instantly, yanking Stella’s dress down as he zipped himself. But it was too late. Emma stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with horror as she took in their flushed faces, messy hair, and the unmistakable scent of sex hanging in the air.“Oh my God.” Emma’s voice cracked. “Stella… Dad? What the fuck?”The confrontation was brutal. Emma alternated between shouting, crying, and st
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