บททั้งหมดของ ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Evelyn I looked up. Marco, My older son stood frozen in the doorway. His blue eyes were wide in shock, they were fixed on the sight of me penetrating Jonas’s cock. My tits bouncing, my skin slick with sweat. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable.I didn't feel ashamed. Instead, I felt hungrier than before. Like I had been starving for years.I slid off Jona’s cock with a set pop. His cum was still dripping down my thighs. I walked toward my son, naked and unashamed. He didn't move or speak. I dropped to my knees in front of him. I unzipped his jeans. Yanked his jeans down along with his boxers. Freed his cock. Fuck! My eyes widened at the sight of his cock… He was bigger than Jonas's. I looked up at him then down to his big cock again. I was surprised at his cock’s length, he was even bigger than his dad. I took him in my mouth without a word, sucking him deep, my tongue swirling around his cock. He let out an unstable breath, and his hands landed on my shoulders. “Fuck…you… a

Charlotte The dance had ended, but my body was still whizzing with the memory of his cock on my pussy entrance. Two fucking hours of just bouncing on his cock, and it still wasn't enough. I wanted more, needed more, but I couldn't say it. He's my fiancé's father. That word should have meant something, should have stopped me, but it only made everything hotter. The brief peck on my forehead and his verbal thanks stung slightly.“Feel free to sleep in my room if you’d like to” he murmured in the otherwise silent house, the words themselves so warm.Without a moment’s hesitation, I agreed and followed him to his bedroom. We were both naked. I climbed onto the mattress. The sheets smelled of him. Sweat and sex and a musky, untraceable something I’d like to be swimming in for all time. The odor of a man at the breaking point who had decided not to do the pushing anymore. but was still holding back.He pulled the blanket over us, its luxuriant fabric enclosing the heat of our bodie

Charlotte He didn't try to resist this time; he buried his face in me and started eating my pussy with a starved, frantic energy. His tongue was deep inside me, flicking against my clit in a way that made my entire body shake.I continued moaning out loud, my head tossed back, the winter air on my skin clashing with the intense heat of his mouth. I didn't care about his wife or anyone at this pleasurable moment. I just wanted to feel every bit of his tongue until I cum all over his face.I lowered myself onto his dick, the stretch of him filling me until I felt like I might split open. I started jumping up and down, a frantic, rhythmic bouncing that sent shockwaves through my entire body. His mouth found my breast again, his teeth grazing my nipple in a way that made me gasp for air.“I love your big cock…Mark,” I gasped, my voice no longer a whisper but a raw confession.“Ohh… yeahhh… dear… your pussy feels so good,” he groaned back, his composure completely shattered.At this momen

Gabriel The next morning… My wife was still sleeping. I went downstairs. Ava was already there. She didn't hear my footsteps. I walked across the sitting room without making noise. She stood at the counter in a thin top and shorts. Her back to me. My cock swirled instantly at the sight of her. Ufff…this girl… gonna get me in trouble. Memories from last night flashed through me. I couldn't get enough. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but still, I want her. I stepped right behind her and grabbed her breasts from behind. I swear… her breasts were everything I craved. She gasped sharply. “Daddy…” “Shh,” I whispered against her ear. Squeezing her breasts tightly. “Morning sweetheart… miss me?” She pressed her back against me, her ass rubbing my hardening cock. “You scared me to death... But it feels so gooddd.” I squeezed her nipples tighter through her. Kneading them through the thin fabric of her blouse. Fuck! Her nipples were hard against my palms. “You like being touched by

ClaireBreaking Rule number one of the Locker Room…The air was saturated with the smells of sweat, leather, and the lingering metallic whiff of adrenaline from the game. I slung my arm over my head leaning against the tiled wall near the showers, arms crossed as all but one of the guys filed out. Anthony Redhawk…the team's quarterback, was still in the shower. His broad copper-backed self glistening under the fluorescent light above. The water ran over the sharp muscles of his back in rivulets, finding its way to the V at the base of his hips and then into the towel slung low on his waist.I shouldn’t have been there. Not really. I'm just their physical therapist, and I was supposed to have left hours ago. But I left my water bottle in the training room again. I lingered around after my team had left like some kind of creep. Except I wasn't a creep; I was just... Curious. The way Anthony would look at me during therapy had a sort of twinkle in his dark eyes that had to be someth