All Chapters of Dripping Wet for Only You, Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Fuck, she's tight," he gritted out and he started moving again, long strokes that I felt in my chest, my throat stretched around him, and I could see Lars from the corner of my eye, could see him stroking himself while he watched his friend choke me on his cock, and the degradation of it, the sheer filthy reality of what I was doing, made my pussy clench on nothing and I felt more wetness drip down my thigh.Viktor's hand reached around from behind and found my cunt and he laughed when he felt how soaked I was, laughed while Marco was destroying my throat, and then Viktor pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning and I screamed around Marco's cock which only made Marco fuck me harder."Ah! Ah! Fuck!" I tried to scream but it came out as vibrations around Marco's thrusting cock, and the sensation made him groan louder, his hips stuttering."She likes it," Viktor announced and he started finger fucking me roughly, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside that made my vision

"Not yet," Anton said and he closed the speculum and pulled it out and I felt empty and aching and then he was picking up the plug and coating it with lube, thick gel that dripped onto the velvet, and I saw the size of it and I started shaking my head. "No... no... I can't... it's too big...""It's going in," Anton said and he pressed it against my asshole which was still loose from Lars, still tender and swollen, and I felt the pressure and then the stretch as he started pushing, and I screamed "Ahhh! Fuck! Daddy! It hurts! It hurts!""Push back," Lars commanded and he was stroking himself now, his hand moving fast and rough, and I could see he was leaking, could see how much this was affecting him, how much he loved seeing me suffer. "Take it for Daddy. Take it like a good girl."I pushed back and the plug slid in, the widest part stretching my rim until I thought I would tear, and then it was inside me, seated deep, and I could feel it pressing against my insides, filling me comple

The liquid burned through my veins like liquid fire and suddenly every nerve ending was alive, screaming with sensitivity, and the pain didn't disappear but transformed, became a bright sharp edge that made the pleasure deeper, more consuming, and I arched my back and moaned "Yes... yes... please... more..."Lars laughed above me and he was still buried in my ass alongside the others, but his hands were gentle now, stroking my back, my hair, and he whispered "There she is... there's our good girl... ready to enjoy herself finally?""Please..." I begged and I meant it, wanted it, craved it, and I pushed back against them and felt all three cocks shift inside me and the sensation was incredible, was transcendent, and I was moaning continuously now, not screams but deep throaty sounds of pleasure, "Ah... ah... yes... right there... please..."They started moving again but differently now, slower, deeper, grinding against that spot inside me that made my vision blur, and the man beneath m

"Show me," Julian said again and his voice had dropped to that register that made my thighs clench together, that made me forget I was half-naked on a kitchen island with my twin sister's hand still under my skirt. "Show me who can make the other scream first."Colette's hand twitched against my cunt and I gasped and grabbed her wrist, held her there, and we both looked at Julian and I saw the bulge in his trousers and my mouth watered."Here?" Colette asked and her voice was breathless, broken, and she didn't pull her hand away. "In the kitchen?""Here," Julian confirmed and he stepped back and leaned against the counter and crossed his arms and the position made his shirt gape open and I could see the dark hair on his chest and the muscle beneath. "Where I can see everything. Where I can decide who deserves Daddy's attention."I slid off the island and my legs were shaking and Colette steadied me and for a moment we were pressed together, breast to breast, and I felt her heartbeat h

I could feel Julian’s eyes on my ass like a physical weight. I arched my back deeper, spread my knees wider on the cold marble of the kitchen island until my cunt lips parted and I knew he could see everything: the pink wet flesh, the tight puckered hole that clenched and unclenched with every breath, the thick trails of cum still leaking from my cunt and running down my thighs.“Look at you both,” Julian said. His voice was wrecked, thick with something deeper than lust. Possession. Ownership. Love twisted into something dark and hungry. “Look at my pretty little sluts. Ready to take Daddy in their tight asses. Which one of you will cry first? Which one will beg me to stop?”“Nnngh… neither…” Colette whimpered beside me. I turned my head. Her face was pressed to the marble, hair a tangled mess, eyes glazed with tears and need, lips swollen and red. “We’ll take it… we’ll take all of it… please… Daddy…”Julian moved between us. His hands, warm and rough and trembling, gripped my hips.