ALL YOURS, DADDY
When he finally pulled out, a thick river of his cum poured from my stretched asshole, mixing with the cream from my pussy on the floor.
Matteo turned me around, untied my wrists, and kissed me deeply — slow, claiming, almost tender.
“You’re becoming exactly what I wanted,” he whispered against my lips. “My perfect, filthy little plaything.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me down gently.
“But we’re not done yet, little wife. Tomorrow night… in the family chapel… I’m going to take everything. Every hole. Every last piece of your innocence.”
I shivered in his arms, already aching for more, my body marked and owned by the devil I now craved.