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The blunt, slick head of his cock was already pressing against my overly ready entrance. “I need you to bounce on it like it’s a fucking bouncing castle. Understand?” It was the voice of Dom Grant, authoritative, detached, and it turned my bones to liquid. “Yes, Daddy,” I purred, leaning my head back and taking him inside me in one smooth, devastating stroke. I started to move, a slow, torturous rhythm, but his patience was gone. His hands gripped my hips, his own thrusts becoming frantic, a silent, desperate plea for more.

The sheer audacity of this boy—standing in my house, eating my food, and daring to cross a line that could ruin us both—sent a wave of heat straight to my groin, quickly followed by a cold flash of warning. I set my mug down slowly, deliberately. I leaned forward, letting the full weight of my presence press down on him. The corporate facade was gone, replaced by the raw, dominant instinct of a man who did not like to be pushed. "Olise," I said, my voice low, dangerous, and dripping with quiet authority. "I suggest you tread very carefully. Don't play games with me in my own house." Instead of flinching, Olise’s smirk widened into a slow, breathtaking smile. He leaned in closer, his dark eye

I flipped onto all fours, my ass facing the door, and started slamming the toy into me, wet slaps echoing, crying out with every thrust. “Daddy—yes—stretch me—use your little girl—” A shadow fell across the carpet, and I froze mid-thrust, the dildo buried to the hilt, my pussy clenching like it knows it’s being watched. Dominic stood in the doorway, shirtless, his gray sweatpants tented obscenely, one big hand already stroking himself through the fabric. His eyes were dark with lust, jaw clenched so tight I saw the muscle harden. We stared at each other for a while, then he stepped inside, shut the door with a soft click, and said:

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

Her chest was flushed, her legs spread wide, her eyes unfocused. Dennis stroked his cock as he watched her unravel. When she was near breaking, he knelt on the bed and pulled the plug out of her with one slow, steady motion. She screamed into the mattress. He replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing against the stretched opening. Her eyes flew open in shock. “Daddy—are you going to—?” “You asked for everything,” he growled. “So you’re getting everything.” He spit on himself, gripped her hips, and pushed inside her tight entrance. Her body tensed, the fit almost unbearable, but she took him inch by inch, moaning into the mattress.

"Oh, daddy, please pump me full of your seed. Fill my belly up with your cum. Daddy, I want it. I want to feel your hot cum running inside me, filling me up so good and getting me knocked up. Yeah, daddy, knock me up, give me your baby. Put your baby in my fertile belly, make me your belly boy. Daddy, come inside me please!" "Get ready baby. Daddy's going to give you his cum. I'll drown your ass in it. I'll flood your stomach. I'll make your belly all swollen up when I put my baby inside you. Hold that ass open baby. Yeah, that's it. Show me your hole. Show me your tight little shitter that's about to get my cum. Yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Daddy's coming, baby boy." My knees almost gave out from th

I screamed, my back arching off the bed. The stretch was brutal, intense, almost painful, but so fucking perfect. He was so thick, so deep, filling me completely in one stroke. “Shit… you’re so fucking tight,” Daddy groaned, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. Then he started moving — hard, deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak. “Has my son ever fucked you like this?” he growled, pounding into me faster. “Has James ever stretched this pussy the way Daddy is stretching it right now?”

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

His cock was right there in front of my face, hard and demanding. "If you act as a good girl, Daddy might decide to make you cum." The promise made my nipples hard and my pussy twitched. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his base and started stroking him hard, fast. I took the head into my mouth and sucked him with everything I had. He fisted my hair in his hand tightly, and held my head down his dick, guiding me exactly how he wanted. My mouth on him made a slurping sound, as my spit trailed down to his dick and balls.