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My chest burned, my head throbbed from where it had hit the wall earlier, and my heart felt completely empty. I finally stopped when my legs gave out in the middle of the city streets. I collapsed onto a broken bench, shaking with uncontrollable anger, pain, and despair. “I’m so sorry, my baby,” I whispered, gently caressing my still-flat stomach. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. “This world is such a cruel place. But I promise to protect you from it. From now on, I will be your mother and your father. I will never let those who discarded us come close to you again.”

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

God, my boss had me pinned to his desk with his fingers buried deep inside me, and I couldn’t stop moaning. Each thrust was harder like he was trying to make a point with my body. “Daddy…” I gasped before I could stop myself, and immediately bit down on my lip. He paused for a fraction of a second. I could see the amusement in his face, then he pushed deeper. “Say that again,” he said, voice low in my ear. I swallowed, my throat dry, my eyes glassy. “Daddy.” A growl rumbled in his chest, and I could feel the pleasure intensify. His body tensed around me as his fingers moved faster, and rougher.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

I raised a brow, knowing what was coming but at the same time, not wanting to accept it. "You have to be more specific than that, Riri." I coaxed, rocking her on my lap as I wiped her tears with my thumb occasionally. She turned to stare into my eyes, and her next words broke my spirit in more ways than one, "Daddy told me he doesn't know who I am, and he did not want me to touch him. He said I should wait for you, if I wanted affection—he said he did not have any for me at the moment. He sounded so bad mommy. He was not my daddy…"

“Papa Jesus, thank you for this wonderful day! I’m with Mama Lenie and Daddy Pogi! I love you! I love you too, Mama Lenie and Daddy Pogi!” As soon as he finished, he looked at both of them, and their hearts melted at Javi’s pure and innocent love. ‘Son, I’m sorry. I know you’re struggling with this situation and feeling confused, but this is just how life is for the three of us.’ ‘Son, I’m sorry. You deserve so much love, but I can’t give it to you because of so many reasons. But don’t worry, I’ll do everything for you, okay?’ After praying, they ate together. Lenie was still helping Javi with his food, even peeling it for him.

"You want Daddy's cum in you, huh?" “Yes,” I cried out, pussy pulsing around him, waves of pleasure rushing through me. Daddy thrust into me twice more, his hands grasping my waist tightly and his mouth on mine. “Oh fuck,” he said, dragging the word out. “Kiara, you’re such a good girl. Such a good fucking” he slammed his cock into me and stilled “girl.” After a couple moments, Daddy pulled himself out of me. “You’ve done so good,” Daddy whispered into my ear, pushing some cum off my chin and staring me in the eyes with his dark yet comforting eyes.

“Ride me. Now. Show me you’re mine.” I straddle him fast, sink down slow, taking every inch until he’s buried deep, stretching me full. Hands still bound, I start rolling my hips—up, down, grinding my clit against his base. “Like this, Daddy? Riding your cock like I own it? Fuck Larry—he never made me come like this.” Roman groans, hands gripping my ass, slapping hard as I bounce faster. “That’s right. Ride Daddy hard. Take what’s yours. This cock’s only for you—your tight pussy milks me so fucking good.”

"Come on, Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ahhhh! Yes! Faster! Cum inside my little pussy!" "Oh my god, Layla! I'm almost there! Here's my cum!" "Yes! Daddy!" I greeted his cock as if Daddy would enjoy it even more. "Cum inside me please! I'm almost there!" "You’re better than your mommy, you slut!! Layla, ugh! Daddy's cumming already!” "Daddy!”