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“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

“Say it again,” he demanded, slapping his heavy cock against my clit once more, harder this time. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want on your wedding night. Beg for it like the naughty little slut you are.” “I want your cock,” I moaned shamelessly, tears of desperation in my eyes. “I want my father-in-law to fuck me. Please, Dom… fill me up. Ruin me for him. Make me yours tonight.” With a deep, guttural groan of pure primal hunger, Dominic thrust into me in one powerful, claiming stroke.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

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"Daddy's eager slut. Swallowing my load and still begging for more. Bet you'd let me fuck you raw in front of your parents window if I told you to." The orgasm tore through both of us, leaving me limp and sated. But the balance shifted. The plot thickened with tension. Dominic started warning me about system limits, hints that prolonged use could blur lines between virtual and real. I ignored it, craving more. The sessions escalated in variety and intensity. Slow, sensual nights where he worshipped every curve of my body... kissing down my spine, eating my ass until I screamed, then sliding into me missionary-style so I could see his face contort in pleasure.

I hadn't anticipated seeing him so soon. It was Jake. He sauntered in with an air of confidence, his presence filling the room effortlessly. At six feet tall, his broad shoulders exuded strength, and his piercing blue eyes held a hint of mischief. His sleek, dark hair was tousled just enough to give him that effortlessly sexy look. With a chiseled jawline and a smile that could melt hearts, Jake was the epitome of smoking hot. Any girl would want him inside them. Upon approaching my father, I couldn't help but admire his confident stride and the way his eyes sparkled with warmth. Handing over some sort of document to Dad, he then turned towards me, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of

His eyes caught one and he asked, “How about we play, ‘just dance’ together” Curtis looked at him with wide eyes. Uncle Adam never liked that game and said it was because he didn’t know how to dance and meeting his daddy for the first time, he didn’t look like a man who could dance either so the suggestion amazed the little boy and he asked, “Daddy, can you dance?” “Yeah, Daddy can dance very well,” Cooper was quick to respond since he danced with his father a lot during birthdays and even with kid games such as these.

He wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. Father Dominic grabbed the back of Leo's head with one large, rough hand, his fingers tangling tightly in Leo's hair. "You want to be a little slut for me, Leo? You want to be my dirty little confessional whore?" "Yes, Father," Leo gasped, his breath ghosting over the wet tip of the priest's cock. "Please." "Call me Daddy," Father Dominic growled. He shoved his hips forward, pushing the thick head of his cock past Leo's lips.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.